KHR Drabble Challenges! (Numbers 1 - 16)
Due to my not even realizing there was a limit on how long an LJ post could be, I split this into two parts. This here is the first part, prompts number 1 - 16.
--> Prompts 17 to 25 are here~ <--
So I stumbled across this post, and decided I would do a bunch of the prompts~! So, here they are~! I'll update this as I write them~!
Completion status: 26 of 34 done!
I realized I should maybe have some warnings up here, so...
Warning: Cursing, drinking, boy-kissing, smatterings of nudity, implied sex, potential sex, voyeurism, things that'll make your milk squirt out your nose, things that shall forever be burned into your brain, and probably some other stuff. Also, the KHR crew belongs to Amano; if I owned them, the KHR universe would be much more chaotic.
The prompt list belongs to the lovely lingerosie , who hath broken my long-term writer's block. ^_^
Now enjoy~. Comments and Crits are always welcome and, in fact, quite encouraged~!
Prompt One (Done~! <3)
01/09/10
He couldn't understand why he woke up with a splitting headache, and couldn't remember getting that drunk the night before. But it seemed the only logical explanation as to why there was a sweaty, painfully naked young man currently lying between his thighs. The man grunted, eyes moving from the body of his former student to his ceiling, mind slowly piecing together the previous nights’ happenings. Gokudera, being the royal pain-in-the-ass he was, had ruined one of Shamal’s dates in order to complain about one angsty teenage problem after another that, more often than not, centered around the Vongola Tenth. Shamal, great influence that he was, offered the boy the wine that he’d opened for his date, and not long after, they’d cracked into the beer in his fridge. Shamal was a little fuzzy on the details after that, but if the current sleeping arrangements were anything to go by, he could be sure of one thing having transpired between them. A sigh on his lips, he slid out from beneath the sleeping boy, trying not to jostle him much, and headed for the attached bathroom for a shower, making sure to return with aspirin and a glass of water to leave for the likely-sore teenager.
When the doctor emerged from his shower, the aspirin and water were gone, as were all traces of the silvery-haired Italian ever being there, save an imprint in the mussed sheets. Clucking to himself about the manners of a brat that could just up-and-leave without so much as a ‘thank you’, he dressed and took his bedsheets to the wash.
V. 2~ (Because I wrote two versions, and couldn't decide on just one)
Belphegor couldn’t recall the last time he’d woken with such a horrid ache in his head, right behind his eyes, beating away at the inside of his skull. He brought a hand to his face, shielding it from the bits of sunlight that crept through the curtains at the far end of his room. He couldn’t remember getting as drunk as he felt he’d been - because drinking dulled the senses, made him uncoordinated, and was unbecoming of a prince such as himself. He’d usually have stuck to red wine - colorful, like blood, flavorful enough to suit his palate, and sophisticated enough for a man of his standing. But his recent failure (though he’d never admit that it was so, he’d slipped, made a small error in judgment.) made him angry, and his wine had been smashed by one of Xanxus’s rages. It left him with few options and, being contained to the castle as he was, even fewer outlets. Picking on the frog could only be amusing for so long, and the boy was quite aggravating in the meantime.
He remembers the first drink - the bitter, burning taste of raw alcohol down his throat. The second drink was less so, and the third started to perk his mood. Beyond that was a haze - after all, he wasn’t accustomed to such heavy drinks in such quick succession, and he was quite thin in frame.
And here he lay, cringing from the sunlight in his own bed, and becoming more aware of an unfamiliar weight draped over his lower stomach and thighs, something soft brushing his ankles. He dared a look down his bared torso, and held his breath for just a moment at the sight… His small froggy companion, wearing not a stitch, asleep and draped over the prince’s pelvis, the silken sheet draped over his lower body being the only saving grace. Cuts spiderwebbed across the boy’s back in some intricate pattern that Bel surely had thought pretty at the time, blood since dried to a dark red. Colorful bruises added another dimension of color, and if it weren’t for the mild confusion of finding this boy lying with him, the prince may have declared the designs to be artwork of the highest grade.
There was no doubt what had transpired, with the sweat and fluids as such, however the prince’s gut reaction called for him to question his tastes. The smart-mouthed frog-boy, of all options open to him? Surely he could have whisked away one of the prettier handmaidens, and then merely disposed of her upon waking.
Finally, he decided that there was no point to thinking. What had been done had been done and, perhaps, the frog boy did not appear wholly unattractive, so long as his mouth was kept to more resourceful purposes than smarting off to those far his superior. Disentangling himself from sheets and boy, he went about his morning rituals, dressing and bathing, feeling as if he’d done his companion a favor. After all, it is not every day that one is granted the good fortune to lay with a Prince such as himself.
And when finally the boy stirred, and his first words were a sly remark that offended the blonde and a complaint about the abuse done to his body, he was speared with several knives that were careful to not destroy the artwork decorating his back.
Prompt Two (Done~! <3)
01/08/10
Reborn could claim it was fate that brought the inebriated young man stumbling to his bed that night, though swapping the rooms around might also have had something to do with it.
Reborn awoke suddenly as the door to his room slammed against the wall, his hand going for the gun under his pillow, but he didn’t get up yet, gauging the intruder’s status. The door shut again, and what sounded like shoes hit the floor. Footsteps wandered across the carpet, and suddenly someone flopped unceremoniously on the bed, landing on top of the previously-sleeping Reborn.
“Get off me! Cow brat!” he snapped, shoving at the inebriated man.
Lambo stared at him in confusion, “What’re ya doin’ in my bed...?”
“This is my room, you stupid cow!” The assassin snapped, irate. He finally managed to get himself out from under the young man, and moved to get up swiftly.
A hand fisted in the back of his nightshirt stopped him, and Lambo questioned, “Reborn-san~, stay with me~?”
“What are you talking about? Let go of me!” he reached around, trying to work the hand off, but Lambo only latched onto his hand instead, pulling him back down into the mess of sheets. Reborn struggled, but the stupid cow only clung tighter, until the arcobaleno finally pulled out his gun and pointed it dead center at the cow’s face.
Lambo froze, going cross-eyed at the weapon, then whined, “Reborn-san~”
“Let. Go. Of. Me.” He grit out and, slowly, slowly, Lambo released his captive’s arm.
Reborn snorted, mentally weighed the worth of kicking the cow out, and decided it’d be easier to just take over an empty room. Holstering his gun, he turned and left the room without another word.
Prompt Three (Done~! <3)
01/14/10
Gokudera thinks Yamamoto is a cute drunk.
The guardians were celebrating Yamamoto’s birthday at the baseball brat’s home, all food and even the odd bottle of sake that had appeared catered by Take-sushi. If it hadn’t been for Tsuna’s insistence, Gokudera likely wouldn’t of even been there. He’d been annoyed by the entire affair, really, until someone passed him a glass of sake and he chugged it, thinking it were water or juice of some sort. The taste was strong, and at first he couldn’t help but cough, having only drunk a few beers and wine. His second glass came almost an hour later, when he felt a headache coming on, and unable to find a beer, he chugged another cup and lit up a cigarette. Through the smoke of his cigarette, the party seemed to take on a much more… amusing atmosphere.
Ryohei and Yamamoto’s father, both looking like they’d had a fair amount to drink, were arm wrestling at a table, with Yamamoto watching, laughing and smiling and stumbling a little as he went to fetch his father another cup of sake. Tsuna, who’d barely had anything to drink (a small, uncensored portion of Gokudera’s mind wanted to make him drink more… it wouldn’t hurt for the boy to loosen up.), was watching the arm wrestling match with a look of mixed worry and shy amusement, worriedly reminding them not to get hurt.
And then Yamamoto was in front of the smoker, all smiles and bright eyes, and Gokudera couldn’t help the traitorous little thought of, “He’s sort of a cute drunk…”, and an uncensored portion of his brain happily added, “I’d totally do him.” while supplying images of the baseball nut wearing not a stitch. Yamamoto’s smile brightened suddenly, and the bomber panicked, unsure if he’d spoken aloud.
“Gokudera! I’m really glad you came!” And suddenly the Italian found himself engulfed in a bear hug. The athlete giggled and mumbled into his captive’s ear, “In Italy, they kiss eachother a lot, right?” Without waiting for a response, he landed a sloppy kiss on the bomber’s cheek before releasing him and tottering back to the two arm wrestlers.
The Italian felt his heart stop as he stared, slack-jawed, at the back of the rain guardian. Until he felt a burning sensation on his thigh and, cursing, he scooped up his fallen cigarette and snuffed it out, patting absently at the small burn through his jeans.
The party seemed like it lasted forever, but Gokudera found himself taking his time about leaving. Even as Tsuna bid them goodnight and left shortly after Ryohei, the Italian wracked his brain for a reason to hang around just a little longer.
Yamamoto’s dad was asleep already and, laughing as he stumbled, Yamamoto made a half-assed attempt at cleaning up. Gokudera glanced at the door, and joined the other guardian in collecting dishes. Yamamoto’s look of surprise made his hunch his shoulders and turn away, not really able to offer an explanation.
A question dropped from Yamamoto’s lips, an innocent thought, perhaps, “Do ya wanna sleep over, ‘dera~?”
The nickname, started when Yamamoto had started stumbling over the first two syllables of the bomber’s name, made him frown, but he couldn’t help how his heart started racing, “Wh-Why would I wanna do that? Idiot!” He turned his back in a show of disdain, tromping off to the sink with a handful of plates.
Arms slipped around his shoulders, and the Italian grunted in surprise. Warm breath blew across his ear, and his face turned red, stomach tying into knots, “I-Idiot! I-I’m gonna drop the-“
“’dera…” Since when was the baseball idiot’s voice so deep? “Yer so cute, ‘dera~”
The Italian couldn’t even find it in himself to object to being called “cute”, too busy trying to get his breathing to stop being so erratic. It didn’t help that Yamamoto’s fingers splayed over his captive’s chest, fingers slipping between the buttons of his shirt and brushing skin.
A button popped off and Yamamoto exhaled loudly against Gokudera’s ear, and suddenly he found it in himself to move. A sudden bundle of nerves, he jerked away, Yamamoto’s trailing fingers popping the top two buttons on Gokudera’s shirt and leaving his chest mostly bared. Face red all the way to his ears, he shoved the dishes at the other guardian and bolted out the door, unable to open his mouth and speak for fear of what he might say.
Prompt Four (Done~! <3)
01/06/10
“You can't spy on people in the shower!” was Tsuna’s admonishing cry to his failed Arcobaleno teacher.
“It's not spying.” Lal Mirch hummed to herself, her back turned on the boy as she fiddled with something.
“Fine, perving.”
“It's not my fault your guardians are useless, I'm just teaching them not to drop their guard.”
Tsuna opened his mouth and shut it again, not sure what to say to that. Finally he asked, “What do you have there?”
“Pictures.” The woman replied, flashing a decidedly not PG photo of one silvery-haired Italian over her shoulder.
Tsuna blanched, “Wh-You took pictures, too?! Why?! What are you going to do with those?”
Lal’s only response was a pleased little hum as she continued rifling through them. Tsuna didn’t know if he should be horrified for his friends or--
“Did you know Gokudera sings? He really does have quite a nice voice.”
Yes, Tsuna decided, horrified would be the correct response. “Throw those away! You shouldn’t have those!” He left ‘What is wrong with you?!’ unsaid, afraid of her retaliation.
She paused to look contemplative, and finally shrugged, “Oh, fine, ruin my fun.” Shoving them into his hands, she stood just as the door swung open. Her face contorted into a frown and she snorted at him, “Tsuna, this is unbecoming of a Vongola Boss! Now throw those away and I’ll pretend I never saw them!”
Confusion registered on the boy’s face, and then fear, as Gokudera was suddenly gaping over his shoulder at an array of shower pictures of himself and the other guardians.
“J-Juudaime--!” he squeaked, face reddening.
“Ah! Gokudera, this is--! They’re not mine! Lal--!”
But his protests were in vain. The Italian had already left the room, mortified.
The following several days consisted of Gokudera avoiding his beloved Tenth until Lal, holding back laughter, revealed the joke to be a ‘lesson’ for the photographed boys -- if she could sneak in and get pictures without their noticing, the enemy could sneak in and get a shot at them.
A/N: I've always thought Lal was sorta creepy for some reason. Pretty cool, but still sorta creepy. T^T That is my only explanation for this.
Prompt Five (Done~! <3)
“So Colonello, you’re telling me you've never joined the mile high club?”
The topic had popped up from seemingly nowhere, though the setting practically begged for the question to be asked of someone eventually.
Another drink, and Colonello wasn’t so disinclined to answer, “Nope, kora.”
A flight attendant passed through the meeting room with a cheery ‘Excuse my interruption!’ as she collected the empty wine bottles and left a fresh bottle for them. Conversation lulled until the door closed behind her, and then Reborn, unhindered by the alcohol in his system, leered at the army-brat Arcobaleno, “Why would that be?”
Colonello, who was feeling the buzz of the alcohol that his fellow Arcobaleno had been pushing on him, leaned back in his chair with a goofy grin, “What do you care, kora? You interested or something, kora?” It had been a teasing comment, not intended to lead to anything of the sort.
And yet, Reborn’s smile made Colonello’s grin slip, “Wh-whoa, uh… y-you aren’t serious, are you, kora?”
Reborn didn’t reply, just stood from his seat and paced past Colonello’s to the door. He stuck his head outside, speaking briefly to, the blonde assumed, the flight attendant. Then he shut the door and Colonello heard an audible click.
“H-Hey, kora? What’re ya locking the door for, kora?”
Reborn returned to the table, leaning over Colonello and resting his hands on the arm rests of the other male. Their lips were only a breath apart and the arms-specialist blushed, pressing his back into his chair.
“I could fix that for you.” Said the assassin, and without waiting for a response, he crushed their mouths together. Colonello resisted for only a few seconds, more out of surprise than any real belief that he could resist Reborn, before he finally gave in, arms lifting to grab onto the man’s tie, pulling him closer.
When Colonello and Reborn arrived in Italy, they were greeted by their Vongola students, Tsuna and Ryohei. They stayed only long enough for greetings, before Reborn whisked the army-brat off to their hotel room.
Prompt Six (Done~! <3)
01/16/10
“Okay seriously, what's with the bear?!”
When Hibari was spotted by the other Vongola guardians walking through their underground base with Kusakabe not far behind, they initially thought nothing of it. And then they noticed the animal in Kusakabe’s arms.
“Maybe it’s Hibari’s new box weapon?” Yamamoto thought aloud.
Gokudera snorted, “As if. Except that bird, He doesn’t carry his box weapons outside their boxes. Anyway, it didn’t look like much of a weapon.”
“Or maybe he’s going to raise it as his EXTREME sparring partner!” Ryohei shouted, punching the air. Excitement glowed in his eyes, “Do you think he’ll let me fight it?!”
“What if it’s Kusakabe-san’s?” Lambo wondered, and was mostly ignored.
The guessing continued, their ideas getting more and more farfetched as time passed. And when Hibari and his follower passed by again, the mysterious animal still in tow, Ryohei was quick to approach them.
“What’s with the EXTREME bear?!”
Hibari paused, long enough to give him a sideways glance and scowl at the crowd gathered not far behind the boxer. All he offered was, “It’s a box weapon.” Before walking briskly away.
Kusakabe shifted the small panda cub in his arms, and explained a bit more broadly, “Hibari found a box weapon in his studies and opened it, but he broke its box in the process.”
With Hibari gone, the remaining group approached, and Lambo leaned in, face to face with the cub. It turned to look at him, and he smiled, “Yare yare, such a cute weapon…”
“So it really is his new weapon!” Yamamoto gloated, and then laughed sheepishly, “That hedgehog of his is pretty cute, too, don’t you think?”
Before any further questions could be asked, Hibari was back, threatening to bite them all and ordering Kusakabe to get back to the lab with ‘that thing.’
‘That thing growled at the prefect, undoubtedly unaware of the Cloud guardian’s violent tendencies, and received a bone-chilling glare that made it freeze and burrow deeper into Kusakabe’s arms.
And then they were gone down the hallway.
A few moments later Ryohei commented, “I bet it would make an EXTREME sparring partner!”
Prompt Seven (Done~! <3)
01/20/10
There are other uses for gun oil... Lambo was tired of this. He was tired of being tossed aside, tired of being picked on, and tired of being Reborn’s own personal piece of ass.
So he, somewhat reluctantly, enlisted the help of a man he knew would stand up to Reborn (and not kill Lambo in the process, of course.) He didn’t really expect this though.
Reborn lay prone on the bed, stripped to nothing and tied securely to the bedposts. A black cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and Lambo watched the assassin’s jaw work around it, no doubt working it out of his mouth so he could scream and rage at his little cow and captor.
“Yare, Colonello-san, I didn’t mean-“
The Rain Arcobaleno stepped forward, a grin on his face even with all the cuts and bruises on his arms. He wore just a black tank top and camouflage pants, “You wanted some payback, right, kora? He’s all yours now, Lambo-kun, and he can’t even yell and hit you, kora!”
At this, Reborn struggled against the ropes, eyes flashing warning signs all over the place.
Colonello’s grin grew, “Y’know, I went to a lot of work trussing this bastard up, kora. Do I get a reward, kora?”
“Wh-What do you… want?” Lambo asked, getting more and more nervous under Reborn’s glare.
The army-brat considered the bound Arcobaleno with a smirk. He caught Reborn’s eye before marching forward to the cow, grabbing the slimmer boy by the shoulders, and pulling him in for a deep kiss, undeterred by the muffled yelling and creaking of the bed that no doubt signaled Reborn’s fierce opposition. Lambo tried to break away, to turn to the Sun Arcobaleno, but Colonello cupped the boy’s face, not letting him turn his head. He’d planned this out so well, he couldn’t have the boy lose his nerve now.
When Lambo was literally putty in his hands, Colonello guided him to the bedside, fingers working at the cow’s shirt buttons and mouth placing small kisses along his chin and neck. Lambo’s slender fingers found their way to Colonello’s own tank top, and he yanked it over his head almost urgently, tossing it aside.
Reluctantly, the Arcobaleno pulled himself away, nudging the boy to turn around and guiding him over top the other Arcobaleno’s body. Reborn stilled, eyeing the army brat warily. Colonello only offered a half grin, hands slipping around Lambo’s slim torso as he bent over the boy’s back. The cow-boy bent on all fours over top Reborn’s body, shuddering at the light touches the blonde offered him. He stared blearily at Reborn a moment, and finally reached up, pulling the cloth gag away and landing a needy kiss on his mouth.
Above him, Colonello’s fingers tickled along the dusting of hairs below Lambo’s navel, and finally dipped beneath his waistband, teasing before withdrawing and fondling the boy through his jeans instead. Lambo’s hips bucked. Fingers working at the snap and zipper combination, the blonde cast his eyes about for some type of lube, unsure where to look first. He paused from teasing Lambo to reach for the drawer pull on and endtable, and rifled through its contents until he clasped a small bottle. He hardly gave it a glance before holding it in his teeth and reaching to pull Lambo’s jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. The boy kicked them off the end of the bed, glancing a slightly questioning look over his shoulder at the blonde before returning to lavishing attention on Reborn’s collarbone.
Colonello kicked off his own remaining clothing, popping open the bottle and pouring some of it over the boy’s rear and his own hands. Lambo made a noise at the back of his throat, back arching, and he looked back again, asking quietly, “Colonello-san…?” The blonde ran his hand down the boy’s back, curling his fingers around his hip to lightly brush his pulsing member. The boy’s hips moved against his hand, needy, and Colonello bent over his back to whisper, “It’s OK, right, kora?”
Lambo shifted his weight onto one forearm and reached around to stroke Colonello’s manhood, panting out, something that might’ve been one of the Arcobaleno’s names. The blonde nuzzled into the boy’s neck, slick fingers finding his entrance.
~
The three men lay in a pile on the bed, with Reborn still tied up at the bottom, and eyes still threatening pain when he was released, but for the moment, he wasn’t yelling , and no one took his glaring seriously.
Lambo idly reached for the glass bottle that Colonello had found, turning it in his fingers to read the label as he asked tiredly, “What’s this stuff?” He paused, mind processing the black text and picture of a rifle as he said aloud, “…’Gun oil’? Is that even safe for…”
“I thought it was lube, kora.” Colonello plucked it from the boy’s fingers, squinting at it, then frowning at Reborn, “You still use this brand, kora?”
“It’s better than that stuff you use, idiot. Smoother firing action.” Reborn bit back, “Untie me, and I’ll show you.”
Colonello stared at the bottle for a moment, then rose his eyebrows, “’Smoother firing action’, indeed, kora. I’ll go get my oil and show you ‘smoother firing action.’ kora” As he said that, his hand slipped to Lambo’s rear again, finger circling the opening there idly.
Lambo blushed, cuddled up to Reborn, “Yare, I think that’s not what he meant…” “Maybe, kora.” Suddenly full of energy again, the blonde got up and rifled through his bags, coming back a few minutes later with another bottle of gun oil. Grinning like a mad man, he went in for another kiss from the cow-brat, already coating his fingers in the new brand of gun oil.
Prompt Eight (Done~! <3)
“Reborn, it’s not how it looks!”
“Really? Because it looks like he's unconscious and cable-tied to your bed...”
“Oh, okay. Well then I guess it’s exactly what it looks like. But it’s not what you think!”
“I doubt that, my imagination is incomparable”
(A/N: Byaku/Shoichi/Spanner (100/51/48), done by request - Sorry, Reborn is, ah… pretty out of character. X3 )
01/22/10
V1) “Reborn, it’s not how it looks!” Shoichi cried, flailing his arms desperately, trying to hide the scene behind him from the Arcobaleno to no avail.
“Really? Because it looks like he's unconscious and cable-tied to your bed...” Reborn’s eyebrow slowly rose, disappearing beneath his hat.
Shoichi’s flailing ceased, but instead he gripped his stomach in nervousness, “Oh, okay. Well then I guess it’s exactly what it looks like.” He admitted sheepishly, then straightened, shouting, “But it’s not what you think!” Shoichi’s lack of a shirt, and his captive’s lack of clothing save a blanket, failed to back that claim up.
“I doubt that, my imagination is incomparable.” Reborn fought to not smirk at the boy. The redhead grimaced a little, eyes shifting back to the bed’s occupant briefly and mind ticking off the minutes before Spanner woke up. He resisted glancing at his laptop computer, sitting open on the tabletop facing Spanner. It would just invite the Arcobaleno’s curiosity.
“Shou-chan~” the voice came over the laptop in a low, sing-songy voice, effectively blowing his cover, “What are you doing~?”
The Arcobaleno approached the computer, expertly keeping out of the webcam’s view. He peered at the white-haired male on the screen, then turned to stare questioningly at the redhead.
Shouichi sighed heavily, “Byakuran-san, I… need to make sure no one comes in.” He reached over Reborn’s head and hit the mute button. Clearing his throat and refusing to meet the hitman’s eye, Shoichi explained briefly, “It was, ah… Byakuran’san’s idea. Really.”
“And is Spanner not taking a willing part in this…?” The Arcobaleno nodded to the mechanic’s bound arms.
“Oh…” a nervous giggle, “Spanner-san is… quite willing. The ties were his idea.” Did that mean that having him unconscious was Shoichi’s idea, then? Reborn decided not to voice that thought.
Taking a sidelong glance at Shoichi’s computer, the Arcobaleno began, “You’re computer… can Byakuran…?”
“Oh!” Shoichi started, “No, no he can’t trace it. He has no idea where I am.” Reborn had to question his sanity when he decided against shooting the redhead for even creating the possibility of allowing Byakuran to discover their location. “Whatever. Don’t be too loud, or the girls will find you next.” The hitman turned and walked out of the room, shaking his head.
Shoichi waited until the door was closed before un-muting the computer just in time for a loud, whiney, “Shouuu-chaaaan~”
“Y-Yes… Byakuran-san. I’m set…” he readjusted the screen angle and skittered over to the bed, just in time for Spanner to drowsily open his eyes. He barely gave the man to speak before laying over him, pressing their mouths together.
V2) “Reborn, it’s not how it looks!” Tsuna wailed, face a bright red as he hurriedly tried to cover his nudity. Behind him, Hibari was sprawled, bare-chested, across Tsuna’s bed, arms and legs tied securely to the four bed posts. His head lolled to one side, limp.
“Really? Because it looks like he's unconscious and cable-tied to your bed...” The Arcobaleno privately congratulated his student for such a feat, even if his motives were… questionable, at best.
“Oh, okay. Well then I guess it’s exactly what it looks like. But it’s not what you think!” The boy was getting more and more flustered by the moment.
“I doubt that, my imagination is incomparable.” Reborn’s eyes moved over the unconscious prefect, noting the ties that held the violent boy in place and wondering how long they’d last were he awake. Hibari stirred then… Oh, speak of the devil and he shall come.
“I-I, um….!” Tsuna squeaked, and suddenly, without warning, scooped up the Arcobaleno baby and dropped him outside the door of his room. Shouting a Sorry, gotta go! He slammed the door and locked it. Reborn smirked at the thought that he could easily break through, be decided against it. At least his student was learning to confront his more frightening guardians…. Even if it was through rather unconventional means. He wandered away and decided to ask Nana to take him and the rest of the household out for ice cream… at the other end of town. For a long time.
On the other side of the door, Tsuna pressed his ear to the door, listening to the hitman wander away before heading back to the bed. Chuckling lightly, he straddled his captive’s waist, reaching a hand to caress his face as he purred, “Wake up now, my sleeping beauty~” He leaned in, pressing a vicious kiss to those soft lips, entirely at odds with his gentle nature. Below him, Hibari stirred awake, and blinked up at Tsuna slowly, tongue running over his lip as the boy pulled away.
“…Is that all?” A smirk touched his mouth, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Oh, of course not~” Tsuna wiggled lower on the bed and moved his hands to the other’s pants, tugging at them impatiently. When he couldn’t get them off without untying his prey, he reached for a knife on the bedstand, and methodically cut them to ribbons. He hummed amusedly, “No underwear, Hibari-san? My, how lewd~”
Hibari chuckled, but didn’t comment on that, instead saying in a low, sultry tone at odds with the rough edges of his normal voice, “I studied this… Do you approve…?”
“Mm… very good, Hibari-san~” Tsuna leaned over him, hands exploring every inch of the unfamiliar body, committing it to memory. The dark-haired one laughed again, straining his hips up, already hard.
Tsuna pointedly ignored the silent request, instead retreating from the other body to stand before a full-length mirror and slowly undress himself. He paid rapt attention, fingers moving to any imperfection, no matter how small. Finally, he spoke again, “Did you study this one as well, then~?”
“Of course. I do not come unprepared.”
Tsuna laughed lightly at this, looking pointedly at the other’s nether regions, “Is that so~? I’ve hardly touched you yet, Hibari-san~”
Hibari blushed appropriately, and beckoned his partner, “Come here, won’t you, Tsuna-kun?”
Tsuna did so, smirking as he crawled over the other’s body, and commented, “I won’t do you with this immature body~.”
“Oh, but I thought we were being adventurous?” Hibari’s eyes closed, and when they opened again, his right eye had turned red, and the mist illusion faded away, leaving Mukuro tied to the bed beneath Byakuran.
The white-haired boss smirked teasingly, “Would you rather be with that inexperienced boy?” He asked as he leaned in, mouth closing over the illusionist’s earlobe, flicking it with his tongue. One hand sprawled across the pineapple-haired male’s chest, fingers rolling a nipple, and Mukuro made a soft breathy sound, arching.
“Would you…?” Byakuran pressed, just before moving down to bite and suck at the mist guardian’s pale throat, idly wishing that the illusionist would stop hiding all of his hickeys. It made things more bothersome, really.
“N…Nooo…” the blue-haired male bit out, his fingers twitching. Byakuran’s hand dipped lower, giving his cock a particularly beautiful stroke as a reward.
(A/N: Requested pairing~. OK, so maybe you meant a foursome, but... Pft, this is pretty close, no? X3 )
Prompt Nine (Done~! <3)
12/14/09
“For a Mafia man, you look surprisingly attractive in a dress”
“Must be the legs”
“Oh definitely”
Xanxus’s voice boomed through the heavy oak door at the end of the room, “Hey, Trash! Get your fucking ass in here!”
Belphegor and Lussuria snickered from the couch, and Levi continued to stare fixedly at decidedly anything other than the Sword Emperor (Empress?) in his frilly French Maid’s dress. Mammon hid a small camera behind illusions and murmured, “Should I sell these online? Or I could make him pay for them to be destroyed...?” a pause, a glance at the murderous Italian, and then, “.... I’ll make copies.”
Another shout from the other side of the door, and something crashed against the door.
Lussuria tittered, “You should hurry, Squ-chan~! <3 Xanxus-sama is getting angry~!”
“VOOOIIII!! Shut up and give me back my fucking clothes already!”
“BASTARD!”
Squalo sent a final death glare at the group and strutted up to the door with all the pride he could muster, shoved it open, and shouted, “VOOOOI!!! What the hell do you want?!”
There was a moment of silence, and then a low chuckle reached the ears of the onlookers. It slowly turned into a loud roar of laughter, and Xanxus questioned, “What the hell is this, bastard? Trying to seduce me? Trash!”
Squalo turned on his heel and stomped out of the room.
Prompt Ten (Done~! <3)
01/05/10
“Are you drunk?”
“I most certainly am not *hic*!”
“You can let go of me then...”
“Oh...well maybe I'm a little drunk”
To punctuate his point, Dino’s hand slipped down to caress the prefect’s ass. Hibari whipped a tonfa out of seemingly nowhere and pummeled the blonde in the face.
Sitting on the ground where he’d fallen, Dino cupped his cheek and thought to himself, That didn’t really hurt much. Unbidden, a grin slipped on his face.
“What are you grinning at?” Hibari snapped, irate. He brandished the same tonfa threateningly.
Dino crooked a finger at the younger male, summoning him closer. Hibari stared at him, no doubt attempting to decide what the drunken man was up to, and eventually knelt near him.
All at once, Dino shoved aside the tonfa and grabbed the prefect by his tie, yanking him into a crushing kiss. Teeth smashed into lips and Dino tasted blood, though he wasn’t too sure who’s; he wasn’t too concerned, either, as Hibari had yet to murder him.
And then it sunk in to the Cloud guardian’s head, and he jerked a tonfa up between them, hitting the blonde square in the chin and making him almost bite off his own tongue. Standing swiftly, he stood over the other, a promise of death shining in his eyes.
Dino smiled at the kiss-swollen lips and the cut on his student’s upper lip, before being swiftly beaten into the cement and abandoned beside the road.
Prompt Eleven (Done~! <3)
01/06/10
I wouldn't go in if I were you, they're “training/in a meeting
When M.M. approached the makeshift office of her idol and leader, she noted Chikusa walking away, hunched with his hands in his pockets as he usually did. Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered to notice him, but today, he looked up as she neared, pushed up his glasses, and opened his mouth to speak.
“I wouldn’t go in if I were you.”
She paused to glance at him, and scowled, “What? Why shouldn’t I?”
He glanced back down the hallway, sighing a little as he did as if the small action were tiring, “Mukuro-san and Ken are... in a meeting.”
“Ken?!“ she snapped, exasperated, “What could he have to discuss with him?!”
Turning his back on her and continuing on his way, Chikusa replied, “Well, you won’t listen to me, so I suppose you’ll find out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” she snapped, annoyed with even the briefest interaction with him. He may look smart, but he has even less respect for a lady than that dog boy! With Chikusa not offering any resistance, she strutted the rest of the way, sure that whatever nonsense business that dog boy could have with Mukuro-sama would be trumped by her own news.
As she neared the office door, she could hear muffled sounds... mostly Ken’s odd animal-noises, as far as she could tell. And... maybe something that resembled ‘Mukuro-san--!’
Pft, maybe he’s being punished. Stupid. She snickered to herself. Skipping the remaining steps to the door, she leaned in, pressing a curious ear to the solid door. Shuffling noises, more of Ken’s weird noises (Is he whimpering?! He really is a dog!), and... was that panting? Her heart started to beat faster. What if... What if they were...
The fangirl in her couldn’t resist. She turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and pushed it open a few inches, just enough that she could see inside. Peering through the crack, her eyes landed on Ken, sprawled face down on the desk, naked as the day he was born, and nails carving into the wood, with Mukuro behind him, his own hips ramming against the writhing, whining boy’s ass.
M.M. swooned on the spot.
A/N: I really hate M.M. So, yes, I write her as a spoiled little princess. But I love Ken, so don't let M.M.'s views on him deter you. :3
Prompt Twelve (Done~! <3)
01/08/10
“Gokudera, mind explaining to me why you have breasts?!”
Gokudera froze in place, face turning bright red, and he pulled his overcoat a little tighter around his newly feminized torso before turning on the loud-mouthed Shamal and shouting, “Goddamnit, yell it out a little louder why don’t you?! I don’t think they could quite hear you in Italy!”
Shamal leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk on his face as he sized up his former-student, and finally came up with, “I’d give you a 5.”
“Shut up and fix it, you charlatan!” Gokudera shouted, one hand balling into a fist.
Shamal’s features cleared and he replied flatly, “I don’t treat men, even the ones with breasts.” A mischievous grin crossed his lips as he added, “Unless, of course, you’re not really a man anymore, Hayato-chan.”
The vein on Gokudera’s forehead pulsed angrily, and he snarled, “What the hell--you bastard! Of course I’m still a man!”
“Is that so, Hayato-chan~” The doctor crooned, saying Gokudera’s name with a strange lilt that made the hairs on the back of the boy’s neck stand up.
Fully enraged, he swiftly undid his belts and pants, and shoved them to the ground along with his boxers. Standing in the center of Shamal’s office with his pants around his ankles, Gokudera yowled, “DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?!”
Shamal whistled, eyebrows raised, but said nothing more as the boy scowled at him, breathing heavily.
Turning away with disgust then, Shamal said, “If I treat you, you have to do me a favor...” he paused before adding, “And put your damn pants back on. I don’t want to see another man’s junk hanging around here.”
Still flushed, though he wasn’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment, Gokudera yanked his jeans back up.
“So what did you do? Get drunk and go home with some weirdo? Eat something weird off the floor?” the doctor asked conversationally as he picked through his briefcase of mosquitoes.
“Che.” The teen spat, moodily, “Like I know what the hell happened. I knocked over some old witch’s flower pot yesterday, and she started yelling about something and sprayed something that stunk in my face. Then I woke up this morning with these.”
Shamal chuckled to himself, finding the vial he was looking for, and then turned to Gokudera, “Well, about that favor...”
The teen looked suspiciously at him, frowning, “...What?”
Shamal’s smile broadened, “Since you were so quick to drop trou here earlier, and you’ve burned that horrible image into my eyes, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.”
Gokudera went slack-jawed, “Y-You--! You stupid pervert! Why would I do that?!”
Shamal feigned disappointment, “Oh, then maybe you should go find that ‘old witch’ and grovel at her feet for a cure. I don’t treat guys.”
Seething, hands fisted at his sides, Gokudera weighed his options. Finally, slowly, he undid the zipper of his overcoat, dropping it to the floor. Suddenly embarrassed, he cast his eyes to the floor as he started undoing the buttons on his shirt. In his mind, he chanted I’m still a guy, I’m still a guy. He just wants a peek, and then they’ll be gone, and I can punch him and leave.
Finally, all the buttons were undone, and he shrugged off his shirt, letting it puddle on the floor. He shivered at the sudden chill of the room.
Shamal sized him up, and finally smiled, “A perfect ten. You’d make an adorable girl Hayato-chan, are you sure you want me to treat you?”
Gokudera made a strangled noise at the back of his throat, eyes promising murder, and Shamal wondered if the boy would consent to having his photo taken. He doubted it.
Instead, he stood, pacing closer as he popped open the vial. Gokudera’s eyes shifted from murder to Should I be worried?, and he shifted away a bit.
Releasing his mosquito into the air, he let it hover there for a moment as he reached a hand out, saying “Just one more thing, Hayato-chan~”
Before the boy had a chance to move, Shamal’s big hand cupped the boy’s breast. A heartbeat later, Gokudera slapped him and made a horrible screeching sound, covering his chest. Eyes wide and shock written all over his face, he screeched, “You pervert! You goddamn pervert! I’ll kill you!”
As the doctor laughed, rubbing the back of his head, the teen’s chest shrunk back to a normal, masculine chest. Gokudera threw on his shirt and dashed out of the room without so much as a thank you.
A/N: I had entirely too much fun writing this. I'm sorry, Gokkun~! XD
Prompt Thirteen (Done~! <3)
01/31/10
“And then I bitch slapped him...”
A/N: OK, so I might’ve stretched the prompt a little, buuuut… oh well. :3
Lussuria laughed lightly, hands in Belphegor’s hair as he said, “You’re so adorable, Bel-chan~ <3”
Belphegor puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms, moodily informing the flamboyant male, “Stop playing with my hair, Lussuria. Go find one of your boyfriends to play with.”
“Mn~, I broke the last one, Bel-chan~.” He laughed again, hand cupping the boy’s chin and lifting his face to place a kiss on the prince’s lips.
Belphegor quickly jerked away and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “Cut it out already!” He had a knife out before he finished the sentence.
Lussuria didn’t take the hint, humming to himself as he ran his hands over the younger Varia member, “You would make a beautiful corpse, Belphegor~” He said the name with a playful lilt that made its owner shudder with disgust more than pleasure.
“I won’t be dying anytime soon.” The blonde stated firmly, “A dead prince doesn’t have anything to rule over.”
Lussuria laughed again, fingers tracing up the striped sleeve of the boy to the hand clutching a knife. He really was such a child… “You could be prince of the dead~”
The boy faltered a bit but recovered quickly, shaking off the errant hands as he complained, “Stop touching me! Why the hell would I want to rule the dead?!” He threw the knife he held at his attacker and readied another attack.
Lussuria swiftly dodged and grabbed the boy’s wrists, pushing him back and pinning him down easily. Belphegor thrashed, throwing insults that, to anyone other than the sun guardian, would have been just as sharp as any knife.
“But think of it, Bel-chan~ An army of dead would be twice as fearsome, and the soldiers would be hardier.”
“Nn~” the boy bared his teeth, still yanking to free himself, “You idiot, you can’t raise the dead, so what good would a pile of corpses be?” A burst of laughter bubbled up from his throat at the idiocy.
Lussuria kissed his captive sweetly, ignoring when the impertinent child bit his lip and screamed at him. Lips blood red, the sun guardian smiled, “And if someone discovered a way to do just that - to raise the dead?”
Belphegor’s chest heaved with his efforts to escape, and from behind his fringe of hair, he glared, “Let me go! This is no way to treat a prince!”
Lussuria smiled lazily, mind wandering, “You call yourself a prince, but where is your kingdom? What throne will you ascend, with no living royalty to offer you the crown?”
“Sh-Shut up! I won’t tell you!”
“See, if you were dead, your dead father could offer you the crown, and you could ascend the throne in death~” Smiling cruelly, the older male, added softly, “Oh, but your brother is dead too, so wouldn’t he get the throne? That makes you the Prince of Nothing, doesn’t it?”
Redoubling his efforts to break free, Belphegor screamed, raging against the stronger body holding him down. Lussuria kissed an exposed shoulder, lifting his mouth away as the boy tried slamming his shoulder into his face. The sun guardian leaned in again as soon as it had dropped, closing his teeth on the flesh between the shoulder and neck. Belphegor tensed, an indistinguishable noise coming from the back of his throat.
Finally, the boy managed to jerk a hand free. Lussuria leaned up, reaching to grab it again, when the freed hand came into sharp contact with his face, followed shortly thereafter by a knife carving at the wrist of the hand still holding the boy down. A little shocked, he lifted that hand, and the boy scrambled from the room screaming obscenities and threats all the way down the hall to his own personal room. The slammed door echoed in the hallway, and Lussuria assumed it had been locked as well. Possibly even barricaded, since they both knew that a simple lock wouldn’t keep the sun guardian away.
Flopping back on his bed, a thought came to his mind, and he murmured aloud, “An army of dead… that could be pretty hot.”
Squalo, reading a book in the neighboring room, was quite certain that he wanted nothing to do with whatever had just happened.
Prompt Fourteen (Done~! <3)
12/30/09
He definitely needs to start wearing belts. Or at least buy a pair of trousers that fit, because I swear, if I see him pull them up one more time I'm going to jump him... was Yamamoto’s thought as Gokudera caught his thumb in a belt loop and tugged his jeans up a bit more over the black-and-white designed boxers he wore that day. (Yamamoto had yet to determine the exact design, but a particular area of lines and shading seemed to resemble the feathers of a wing.)
The Italian was talking animatedly with Tsuna, apparently unaware of Yamamoto as the baseball player sat on a park bench only a few feet away, a part of the group though not actively involved.
Tsuna smiled and bid Gokudera farewell, then politely declined his offers of an escort home, before waving to Yamamoto and walking away. Although he returned the wave, Yamamoto’s eyes never left Gokudera’s waistline. The Italian shifted his weight to his other leg, and his jeans settled lower on his hips.
And then he turned around and frowned at the darker-haired boy, “What the hell are you staring at?”
Yamamoto’s eyes wandered up to the stormy green eyes, and he answered simply, without thinking, “Your pants...”
Confusion clouded those eyes, and they turned away, checking his fly and then twisting around to try and look at his own rear, “Why?” His shirt hem lifted a few inches as he twisted, and Yamamoto caught sight of a dusting of silvery hair below his navel. So that really was his hair color...
“Did you lose your belt?”
“Oh, pft...” the silver-haired boy’s shoulders relaxed a little, “I forgot it, I guess.” He pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket, turning away a bit to watch the pond as he lit one up. As his hand withdrew from his pocket, he hitched his jeans up again, and Yamamoto restricted the groan in his throat.
Standing, he approached the other male, stopping just within arm’s reach, and paused before asking, “Wanna come over to my place? I got that Dragon Quest game that you suggested.”
Gokudera exhaled some smoke and contemplated it a moment, “How far did you get?”
“I’m stuck on the fourth dungeon... the one in the church.”
“Pft, that one’s easy.” He turned around and walked away, waving a hand for the Rain guardian to follow.
Sitting at Yamamoto’s desk, eyes fixated on the screen, Gokudera ran through the game, explaining as he went how to do it. Yamamoto sat backwards in a fold-up chair, mind wandering away from the game and eyes wandering the figure of the Italian. He glanced down, and noted that Gokudera’s jeans had slipped lower... it looked like his boxers had some kind of winged skull design. How like him...
The Italian turned to look at him, annoyance plain on his face, and before he could get out a complaint, Yamamoto leaned forward and kissed him, hard, tongue sliding past lips open in surprise. When the startled boy didn’t respond, he pulled back a bit, albeit reluctantly. Gokudera had turned a rather appealing shade of pink, his eyes clouded with confusion.
“Y-You--! What the hell?!” He finally managed to spit out, and stood, distancing himself. His hand covered his mouth once, almost in thought, and then he shouted, “Idiot!” and turned to storm out of the room.
Yamamoto half-smiled, watching the Italian leave, and made a mental note to filch all of Gokudera’s belts next time he went to visit.
Prompt Fifteen (incomplete)
“I'd tap that like the fist of god.”
Prompt Sixteen (Done~! <3)
12/30/09
“Oh he's attractive enough, I just wouldn't trust my genitals with them...”
“All of them? Or just him?”
A pause, “Any of them. All of them. I mean, those lackeys of his are sorta...” Reborn’s voice trailed off, and then he added, “Maybe not the girl. She’s not so bad.”
“Which one? With the flute or the...” Colonello made a motion with his hand, drawing a long staff-like object, “What is that? A pitchfork?”
“I wasn’t including that one with the flute.” The assassin waved off his buddy and took a sip from his drink. “She hasn’t shown up in awhile, after all.”
“OK, I can see Mukuro, maybe the glasses kid... but what do you see in that dog boy?”
“He’s got a raw power...” the hitman commented vaguely, then added with a wicked grin, “And those animal forms could be interesting.”
Colonello laughed.
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--> Prompts 17 to 25 are here~ <--
So I stumbled across this post, and decided I would do a bunch of the prompts~! So, here they are~! I'll update this as I write them~!
Completion status: 26 of 34 done!
I realized I should maybe have some warnings up here, so...
Warning: Cursing, drinking, boy-kissing, smatterings of nudity, implied sex, potential sex, voyeurism, things that'll make your milk squirt out your nose, things that shall forever be burned into your brain, and probably some other stuff. Also, the KHR crew belongs to Amano; if I owned them, the KHR universe would be much more chaotic.
The prompt list belongs to the lovely lingerosie , who hath broken my long-term writer's block. ^_^
Now enjoy~. Comments and Crits are always welcome and, in fact, quite encouraged~!
Prompt One (Done~! <3)
01/09/10
He couldn't understand why he woke up with a splitting headache, and couldn't remember getting that drunk the night before. But it seemed the only logical explanation as to why there was a sweaty, painfully naked young man currently lying between his thighs. The man grunted, eyes moving from the body of his former student to his ceiling, mind slowly piecing together the previous nights’ happenings. Gokudera, being the royal pain-in-the-ass he was, had ruined one of Shamal’s dates in order to complain about one angsty teenage problem after another that, more often than not, centered around the Vongola Tenth. Shamal, great influence that he was, offered the boy the wine that he’d opened for his date, and not long after, they’d cracked into the beer in his fridge. Shamal was a little fuzzy on the details after that, but if the current sleeping arrangements were anything to go by, he could be sure of one thing having transpired between them. A sigh on his lips, he slid out from beneath the sleeping boy, trying not to jostle him much, and headed for the attached bathroom for a shower, making sure to return with aspirin and a glass of water to leave for the likely-sore teenager.
When the doctor emerged from his shower, the aspirin and water were gone, as were all traces of the silvery-haired Italian ever being there, save an imprint in the mussed sheets. Clucking to himself about the manners of a brat that could just up-and-leave without so much as a ‘thank you’, he dressed and took his bedsheets to the wash.
V. 2~ (Because I wrote two versions, and couldn't decide on just one)
Belphegor couldn’t recall the last time he’d woken with such a horrid ache in his head, right behind his eyes, beating away at the inside of his skull. He brought a hand to his face, shielding it from the bits of sunlight that crept through the curtains at the far end of his room. He couldn’t remember getting as drunk as he felt he’d been - because drinking dulled the senses, made him uncoordinated, and was unbecoming of a prince such as himself. He’d usually have stuck to red wine - colorful, like blood, flavorful enough to suit his palate, and sophisticated enough for a man of his standing. But his recent failure (though he’d never admit that it was so, he’d slipped, made a small error in judgment.) made him angry, and his wine had been smashed by one of Xanxus’s rages. It left him with few options and, being contained to the castle as he was, even fewer outlets. Picking on the frog could only be amusing for so long, and the boy was quite aggravating in the meantime.
He remembers the first drink - the bitter, burning taste of raw alcohol down his throat. The second drink was less so, and the third started to perk his mood. Beyond that was a haze - after all, he wasn’t accustomed to such heavy drinks in such quick succession, and he was quite thin in frame.
And here he lay, cringing from the sunlight in his own bed, and becoming more aware of an unfamiliar weight draped over his lower stomach and thighs, something soft brushing his ankles. He dared a look down his bared torso, and held his breath for just a moment at the sight… His small froggy companion, wearing not a stitch, asleep and draped over the prince’s pelvis, the silken sheet draped over his lower body being the only saving grace. Cuts spiderwebbed across the boy’s back in some intricate pattern that Bel surely had thought pretty at the time, blood since dried to a dark red. Colorful bruises added another dimension of color, and if it weren’t for the mild confusion of finding this boy lying with him, the prince may have declared the designs to be artwork of the highest grade.
There was no doubt what had transpired, with the sweat and fluids as such, however the prince’s gut reaction called for him to question his tastes. The smart-mouthed frog-boy, of all options open to him? Surely he could have whisked away one of the prettier handmaidens, and then merely disposed of her upon waking.
Finally, he decided that there was no point to thinking. What had been done had been done and, perhaps, the frog boy did not appear wholly unattractive, so long as his mouth was kept to more resourceful purposes than smarting off to those far his superior. Disentangling himself from sheets and boy, he went about his morning rituals, dressing and bathing, feeling as if he’d done his companion a favor. After all, it is not every day that one is granted the good fortune to lay with a Prince such as himself.
And when finally the boy stirred, and his first words were a sly remark that offended the blonde and a complaint about the abuse done to his body, he was speared with several knives that were careful to not destroy the artwork decorating his back.
Prompt Two (Done~! <3)
01/08/10
Reborn could claim it was fate that brought the inebriated young man stumbling to his bed that night, though swapping the rooms around might also have had something to do with it.
Reborn awoke suddenly as the door to his room slammed against the wall, his hand going for the gun under his pillow, but he didn’t get up yet, gauging the intruder’s status. The door shut again, and what sounded like shoes hit the floor. Footsteps wandered across the carpet, and suddenly someone flopped unceremoniously on the bed, landing on top of the previously-sleeping Reborn.
“Get off me! Cow brat!” he snapped, shoving at the inebriated man.
Lambo stared at him in confusion, “What’re ya doin’ in my bed...?”
“This is my room, you stupid cow!” The assassin snapped, irate. He finally managed to get himself out from under the young man, and moved to get up swiftly.
A hand fisted in the back of his nightshirt stopped him, and Lambo questioned, “Reborn-san~, stay with me~?”
“What are you talking about? Let go of me!” he reached around, trying to work the hand off, but Lambo only latched onto his hand instead, pulling him back down into the mess of sheets. Reborn struggled, but the stupid cow only clung tighter, until the arcobaleno finally pulled out his gun and pointed it dead center at the cow’s face.
Lambo froze, going cross-eyed at the weapon, then whined, “Reborn-san~”
“Let. Go. Of. Me.” He grit out and, slowly, slowly, Lambo released his captive’s arm.
Reborn snorted, mentally weighed the worth of kicking the cow out, and decided it’d be easier to just take over an empty room. Holstering his gun, he turned and left the room without another word.
Prompt Three (Done~! <3)
01/14/10
Gokudera thinks Yamamoto is a cute drunk.
The guardians were celebrating Yamamoto’s birthday at the baseball brat’s home, all food and even the odd bottle of sake that had appeared catered by Take-sushi. If it hadn’t been for Tsuna’s insistence, Gokudera likely wouldn’t of even been there. He’d been annoyed by the entire affair, really, until someone passed him a glass of sake and he chugged it, thinking it were water or juice of some sort. The taste was strong, and at first he couldn’t help but cough, having only drunk a few beers and wine. His second glass came almost an hour later, when he felt a headache coming on, and unable to find a beer, he chugged another cup and lit up a cigarette. Through the smoke of his cigarette, the party seemed to take on a much more… amusing atmosphere.
Ryohei and Yamamoto’s father, both looking like they’d had a fair amount to drink, were arm wrestling at a table, with Yamamoto watching, laughing and smiling and stumbling a little as he went to fetch his father another cup of sake. Tsuna, who’d barely had anything to drink (a small, uncensored portion of Gokudera’s mind wanted to make him drink more… it wouldn’t hurt for the boy to loosen up.), was watching the arm wrestling match with a look of mixed worry and shy amusement, worriedly reminding them not to get hurt.
And then Yamamoto was in front of the smoker, all smiles and bright eyes, and Gokudera couldn’t help the traitorous little thought of, “He’s sort of a cute drunk…”, and an uncensored portion of his brain happily added, “I’d totally do him.” while supplying images of the baseball nut wearing not a stitch. Yamamoto’s smile brightened suddenly, and the bomber panicked, unsure if he’d spoken aloud.
“Gokudera! I’m really glad you came!” And suddenly the Italian found himself engulfed in a bear hug. The athlete giggled and mumbled into his captive’s ear, “In Italy, they kiss eachother a lot, right?” Without waiting for a response, he landed a sloppy kiss on the bomber’s cheek before releasing him and tottering back to the two arm wrestlers.
The Italian felt his heart stop as he stared, slack-jawed, at the back of the rain guardian. Until he felt a burning sensation on his thigh and, cursing, he scooped up his fallen cigarette and snuffed it out, patting absently at the small burn through his jeans.
The party seemed like it lasted forever, but Gokudera found himself taking his time about leaving. Even as Tsuna bid them goodnight and left shortly after Ryohei, the Italian wracked his brain for a reason to hang around just a little longer.
Yamamoto’s dad was asleep already and, laughing as he stumbled, Yamamoto made a half-assed attempt at cleaning up. Gokudera glanced at the door, and joined the other guardian in collecting dishes. Yamamoto’s look of surprise made his hunch his shoulders and turn away, not really able to offer an explanation.
A question dropped from Yamamoto’s lips, an innocent thought, perhaps, “Do ya wanna sleep over, ‘dera~?”
The nickname, started when Yamamoto had started stumbling over the first two syllables of the bomber’s name, made him frown, but he couldn’t help how his heart started racing, “Wh-Why would I wanna do that? Idiot!” He turned his back in a show of disdain, tromping off to the sink with a handful of plates.
Arms slipped around his shoulders, and the Italian grunted in surprise. Warm breath blew across his ear, and his face turned red, stomach tying into knots, “I-Idiot! I-I’m gonna drop the-“
“’dera…” Since when was the baseball idiot’s voice so deep? “Yer so cute, ‘dera~”
The Italian couldn’t even find it in himself to object to being called “cute”, too busy trying to get his breathing to stop being so erratic. It didn’t help that Yamamoto’s fingers splayed over his captive’s chest, fingers slipping between the buttons of his shirt and brushing skin.
A button popped off and Yamamoto exhaled loudly against Gokudera’s ear, and suddenly he found it in himself to move. A sudden bundle of nerves, he jerked away, Yamamoto’s trailing fingers popping the top two buttons on Gokudera’s shirt and leaving his chest mostly bared. Face red all the way to his ears, he shoved the dishes at the other guardian and bolted out the door, unable to open his mouth and speak for fear of what he might say.
Prompt Four (Done~! <3)
01/06/10
“You can't spy on people in the shower!” was Tsuna’s admonishing cry to his failed Arcobaleno teacher.
“It's not spying.” Lal Mirch hummed to herself, her back turned on the boy as she fiddled with something.
“Fine, perving.”
“It's not my fault your guardians are useless, I'm just teaching them not to drop their guard.”
Tsuna opened his mouth and shut it again, not sure what to say to that. Finally he asked, “What do you have there?”
“Pictures.” The woman replied, flashing a decidedly not PG photo of one silvery-haired Italian over her shoulder.
Tsuna blanched, “Wh-You took pictures, too?! Why?! What are you going to do with those?”
Lal’s only response was a pleased little hum as she continued rifling through them. Tsuna didn’t know if he should be horrified for his friends or--
“Did you know Gokudera sings? He really does have quite a nice voice.”
Yes, Tsuna decided, horrified would be the correct response. “Throw those away! You shouldn’t have those!” He left ‘What is wrong with you?!’ unsaid, afraid of her retaliation.
She paused to look contemplative, and finally shrugged, “Oh, fine, ruin my fun.” Shoving them into his hands, she stood just as the door swung open. Her face contorted into a frown and she snorted at him, “Tsuna, this is unbecoming of a Vongola Boss! Now throw those away and I’ll pretend I never saw them!”
Confusion registered on the boy’s face, and then fear, as Gokudera was suddenly gaping over his shoulder at an array of shower pictures of himself and the other guardians.
“J-Juudaime--!” he squeaked, face reddening.
“Ah! Gokudera, this is--! They’re not mine! Lal--!”
But his protests were in vain. The Italian had already left the room, mortified.
The following several days consisted of Gokudera avoiding his beloved Tenth until Lal, holding back laughter, revealed the joke to be a ‘lesson’ for the photographed boys -- if she could sneak in and get pictures without their noticing, the enemy could sneak in and get a shot at them.
A/N: I've always thought Lal was sorta creepy for some reason. Pretty cool, but still sorta creepy. T^T That is my only explanation for this.
Prompt Five (Done~! <3)
“So Colonello, you’re telling me you've never joined the mile high club?”
The topic had popped up from seemingly nowhere, though the setting practically begged for the question to be asked of someone eventually.
Another drink, and Colonello wasn’t so disinclined to answer, “Nope, kora.”
A flight attendant passed through the meeting room with a cheery ‘Excuse my interruption!’ as she collected the empty wine bottles and left a fresh bottle for them. Conversation lulled until the door closed behind her, and then Reborn, unhindered by the alcohol in his system, leered at the army-brat Arcobaleno, “Why would that be?”
Colonello, who was feeling the buzz of the alcohol that his fellow Arcobaleno had been pushing on him, leaned back in his chair with a goofy grin, “What do you care, kora? You interested or something, kora?” It had been a teasing comment, not intended to lead to anything of the sort.
And yet, Reborn’s smile made Colonello’s grin slip, “Wh-whoa, uh… y-you aren’t serious, are you, kora?”
Reborn didn’t reply, just stood from his seat and paced past Colonello’s to the door. He stuck his head outside, speaking briefly to, the blonde assumed, the flight attendant. Then he shut the door and Colonello heard an audible click.
“H-Hey, kora? What’re ya locking the door for, kora?”
Reborn returned to the table, leaning over Colonello and resting his hands on the arm rests of the other male. Their lips were only a breath apart and the arms-specialist blushed, pressing his back into his chair.
“I could fix that for you.” Said the assassin, and without waiting for a response, he crushed their mouths together. Colonello resisted for only a few seconds, more out of surprise than any real belief that he could resist Reborn, before he finally gave in, arms lifting to grab onto the man’s tie, pulling him closer.
When Colonello and Reborn arrived in Italy, they were greeted by their Vongola students, Tsuna and Ryohei. They stayed only long enough for greetings, before Reborn whisked the army-brat off to their hotel room.
Prompt Six (Done~! <3)
01/16/10
“Okay seriously, what's with the bear?!”
When Hibari was spotted by the other Vongola guardians walking through their underground base with Kusakabe not far behind, they initially thought nothing of it. And then they noticed the animal in Kusakabe’s arms.
“Maybe it’s Hibari’s new box weapon?” Yamamoto thought aloud.
Gokudera snorted, “As if. Except that bird, He doesn’t carry his box weapons outside their boxes. Anyway, it didn’t look like much of a weapon.”
“Or maybe he’s going to raise it as his EXTREME sparring partner!” Ryohei shouted, punching the air. Excitement glowed in his eyes, “Do you think he’ll let me fight it?!”
“What if it’s Kusakabe-san’s?” Lambo wondered, and was mostly ignored.
The guessing continued, their ideas getting more and more farfetched as time passed. And when Hibari and his follower passed by again, the mysterious animal still in tow, Ryohei was quick to approach them.
“What’s with the EXTREME bear?!”
Hibari paused, long enough to give him a sideways glance and scowl at the crowd gathered not far behind the boxer. All he offered was, “It’s a box weapon.” Before walking briskly away.
Kusakabe shifted the small panda cub in his arms, and explained a bit more broadly, “Hibari found a box weapon in his studies and opened it, but he broke its box in the process.”
With Hibari gone, the remaining group approached, and Lambo leaned in, face to face with the cub. It turned to look at him, and he smiled, “Yare yare, such a cute weapon…”
“So it really is his new weapon!” Yamamoto gloated, and then laughed sheepishly, “That hedgehog of his is pretty cute, too, don’t you think?”
Before any further questions could be asked, Hibari was back, threatening to bite them all and ordering Kusakabe to get back to the lab with ‘that thing.’
‘That thing growled at the prefect, undoubtedly unaware of the Cloud guardian’s violent tendencies, and received a bone-chilling glare that made it freeze and burrow deeper into Kusakabe’s arms.
And then they were gone down the hallway.
A few moments later Ryohei commented, “I bet it would make an EXTREME sparring partner!”
Prompt Seven (Done~! <3)
01/20/10
There are other uses for gun oil... Lambo was tired of this. He was tired of being tossed aside, tired of being picked on, and tired of being Reborn’s own personal piece of ass.
So he, somewhat reluctantly, enlisted the help of a man he knew would stand up to Reborn (and not kill Lambo in the process, of course.) He didn’t really expect this though.
Reborn lay prone on the bed, stripped to nothing and tied securely to the bedposts. A black cloth was stuffed in his mouth, and Lambo watched the assassin’s jaw work around it, no doubt working it out of his mouth so he could scream and rage at his little cow and captor.
“Yare, Colonello-san, I didn’t mean-“
The Rain Arcobaleno stepped forward, a grin on his face even with all the cuts and bruises on his arms. He wore just a black tank top and camouflage pants, “You wanted some payback, right, kora? He’s all yours now, Lambo-kun, and he can’t even yell and hit you, kora!”
At this, Reborn struggled against the ropes, eyes flashing warning signs all over the place.
Colonello’s grin grew, “Y’know, I went to a lot of work trussing this bastard up, kora. Do I get a reward, kora?”
“Wh-What do you… want?” Lambo asked, getting more and more nervous under Reborn’s glare.
The army-brat considered the bound Arcobaleno with a smirk. He caught Reborn’s eye before marching forward to the cow, grabbing the slimmer boy by the shoulders, and pulling him in for a deep kiss, undeterred by the muffled yelling and creaking of the bed that no doubt signaled Reborn’s fierce opposition. Lambo tried to break away, to turn to the Sun Arcobaleno, but Colonello cupped the boy’s face, not letting him turn his head. He’d planned this out so well, he couldn’t have the boy lose his nerve now.
When Lambo was literally putty in his hands, Colonello guided him to the bedside, fingers working at the cow’s shirt buttons and mouth placing small kisses along his chin and neck. Lambo’s slender fingers found their way to Colonello’s own tank top, and he yanked it over his head almost urgently, tossing it aside.
Reluctantly, the Arcobaleno pulled himself away, nudging the boy to turn around and guiding him over top the other Arcobaleno’s body. Reborn stilled, eyeing the army brat warily. Colonello only offered a half grin, hands slipping around Lambo’s slim torso as he bent over the boy’s back. The cow-boy bent on all fours over top Reborn’s body, shuddering at the light touches the blonde offered him. He stared blearily at Reborn a moment, and finally reached up, pulling the cloth gag away and landing a needy kiss on his mouth.
Above him, Colonello’s fingers tickled along the dusting of hairs below Lambo’s navel, and finally dipped beneath his waistband, teasing before withdrawing and fondling the boy through his jeans instead. Lambo’s hips bucked. Fingers working at the snap and zipper combination, the blonde cast his eyes about for some type of lube, unsure where to look first. He paused from teasing Lambo to reach for the drawer pull on and endtable, and rifled through its contents until he clasped a small bottle. He hardly gave it a glance before holding it in his teeth and reaching to pull Lambo’s jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. The boy kicked them off the end of the bed, glancing a slightly questioning look over his shoulder at the blonde before returning to lavishing attention on Reborn’s collarbone.
Colonello kicked off his own remaining clothing, popping open the bottle and pouring some of it over the boy’s rear and his own hands. Lambo made a noise at the back of his throat, back arching, and he looked back again, asking quietly, “Colonello-san…?” The blonde ran his hand down the boy’s back, curling his fingers around his hip to lightly brush his pulsing member. The boy’s hips moved against his hand, needy, and Colonello bent over his back to whisper, “It’s OK, right, kora?”
Lambo shifted his weight onto one forearm and reached around to stroke Colonello’s manhood, panting out, something that might’ve been one of the Arcobaleno’s names. The blonde nuzzled into the boy’s neck, slick fingers finding his entrance.
~
The three men lay in a pile on the bed, with Reborn still tied up at the bottom, and eyes still threatening pain when he was released, but for the moment, he wasn’t yelling , and no one took his glaring seriously.
Lambo idly reached for the glass bottle that Colonello had found, turning it in his fingers to read the label as he asked tiredly, “What’s this stuff?” He paused, mind processing the black text and picture of a rifle as he said aloud, “…’Gun oil’? Is that even safe for…”
“I thought it was lube, kora.” Colonello plucked it from the boy’s fingers, squinting at it, then frowning at Reborn, “You still use this brand, kora?”
“It’s better than that stuff you use, idiot. Smoother firing action.” Reborn bit back, “Untie me, and I’ll show you.”
Colonello stared at the bottle for a moment, then rose his eyebrows, “’Smoother firing action’, indeed, kora. I’ll go get my oil and show you ‘smoother firing action.’ kora” As he said that, his hand slipped to Lambo’s rear again, finger circling the opening there idly.
Lambo blushed, cuddled up to Reborn, “Yare, I think that’s not what he meant…” “Maybe, kora.” Suddenly full of energy again, the blonde got up and rifled through his bags, coming back a few minutes later with another bottle of gun oil. Grinning like a mad man, he went in for another kiss from the cow-brat, already coating his fingers in the new brand of gun oil.
Prompt Eight (Done~! <3)
“Reborn, it’s not how it looks!”
“Really? Because it looks like he's unconscious and cable-tied to your bed...”
“Oh, okay. Well then I guess it’s exactly what it looks like. But it’s not what you think!”
“I doubt that, my imagination is incomparable”
(A/N: Byaku/Shoichi/Spanner (100/51/48), done by request - Sorry, Reborn is, ah… pretty out of character. X3 )
01/22/10
V1) “Reborn, it’s not how it looks!” Shoichi cried, flailing his arms desperately, trying to hide the scene behind him from the Arcobaleno to no avail.
“Really? Because it looks like he's unconscious and cable-tied to your bed...” Reborn’s eyebrow slowly rose, disappearing beneath his hat.
Shoichi’s flailing ceased, but instead he gripped his stomach in nervousness, “Oh, okay. Well then I guess it’s exactly what it looks like.” He admitted sheepishly, then straightened, shouting, “But it’s not what you think!” Shoichi’s lack of a shirt, and his captive’s lack of clothing save a blanket, failed to back that claim up.
“I doubt that, my imagination is incomparable.” Reborn fought to not smirk at the boy. The redhead grimaced a little, eyes shifting back to the bed’s occupant briefly and mind ticking off the minutes before Spanner woke up. He resisted glancing at his laptop computer, sitting open on the tabletop facing Spanner. It would just invite the Arcobaleno’s curiosity.
“Shou-chan~” the voice came over the laptop in a low, sing-songy voice, effectively blowing his cover, “What are you doing~?”
The Arcobaleno approached the computer, expertly keeping out of the webcam’s view. He peered at the white-haired male on the screen, then turned to stare questioningly at the redhead.
Shouichi sighed heavily, “Byakuran-san, I… need to make sure no one comes in.” He reached over Reborn’s head and hit the mute button. Clearing his throat and refusing to meet the hitman’s eye, Shoichi explained briefly, “It was, ah… Byakuran’san’s idea. Really.”
“And is Spanner not taking a willing part in this…?” The Arcobaleno nodded to the mechanic’s bound arms.
“Oh…” a nervous giggle, “Spanner-san is… quite willing. The ties were his idea.” Did that mean that having him unconscious was Shoichi’s idea, then? Reborn decided not to voice that thought.
Taking a sidelong glance at Shoichi’s computer, the Arcobaleno began, “You’re computer… can Byakuran…?”
“Oh!” Shoichi started, “No, no he can’t trace it. He has no idea where I am.” Reborn had to question his sanity when he decided against shooting the redhead for even creating the possibility of allowing Byakuran to discover their location. “Whatever. Don’t be too loud, or the girls will find you next.” The hitman turned and walked out of the room, shaking his head.
Shoichi waited until the door was closed before un-muting the computer just in time for a loud, whiney, “Shouuu-chaaaan~”
“Y-Yes… Byakuran-san. I’m set…” he readjusted the screen angle and skittered over to the bed, just in time for Spanner to drowsily open his eyes. He barely gave the man to speak before laying over him, pressing their mouths together.
V2) “Reborn, it’s not how it looks!” Tsuna wailed, face a bright red as he hurriedly tried to cover his nudity. Behind him, Hibari was sprawled, bare-chested, across Tsuna’s bed, arms and legs tied securely to the four bed posts. His head lolled to one side, limp.
“Really? Because it looks like he's unconscious and cable-tied to your bed...” The Arcobaleno privately congratulated his student for such a feat, even if his motives were… questionable, at best.
“Oh, okay. Well then I guess it’s exactly what it looks like. But it’s not what you think!” The boy was getting more and more flustered by the moment.
“I doubt that, my imagination is incomparable.” Reborn’s eyes moved over the unconscious prefect, noting the ties that held the violent boy in place and wondering how long they’d last were he awake. Hibari stirred then… Oh, speak of the devil and he shall come.
“I-I, um….!” Tsuna squeaked, and suddenly, without warning, scooped up the Arcobaleno baby and dropped him outside the door of his room. Shouting a Sorry, gotta go! He slammed the door and locked it. Reborn smirked at the thought that he could easily break through, be decided against it. At least his student was learning to confront his more frightening guardians…. Even if it was through rather unconventional means. He wandered away and decided to ask Nana to take him and the rest of the household out for ice cream… at the other end of town. For a long time.
On the other side of the door, Tsuna pressed his ear to the door, listening to the hitman wander away before heading back to the bed. Chuckling lightly, he straddled his captive’s waist, reaching a hand to caress his face as he purred, “Wake up now, my sleeping beauty~” He leaned in, pressing a vicious kiss to those soft lips, entirely at odds with his gentle nature. Below him, Hibari stirred awake, and blinked up at Tsuna slowly, tongue running over his lip as the boy pulled away.
“…Is that all?” A smirk touched his mouth, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Oh, of course not~” Tsuna wiggled lower on the bed and moved his hands to the other’s pants, tugging at them impatiently. When he couldn’t get them off without untying his prey, he reached for a knife on the bedstand, and methodically cut them to ribbons. He hummed amusedly, “No underwear, Hibari-san? My, how lewd~”
Hibari chuckled, but didn’t comment on that, instead saying in a low, sultry tone at odds with the rough edges of his normal voice, “I studied this… Do you approve…?”
“Mm… very good, Hibari-san~” Tsuna leaned over him, hands exploring every inch of the unfamiliar body, committing it to memory. The dark-haired one laughed again, straining his hips up, already hard.
Tsuna pointedly ignored the silent request, instead retreating from the other body to stand before a full-length mirror and slowly undress himself. He paid rapt attention, fingers moving to any imperfection, no matter how small. Finally, he spoke again, “Did you study this one as well, then~?”
“Of course. I do not come unprepared.”
Tsuna laughed lightly at this, looking pointedly at the other’s nether regions, “Is that so~? I’ve hardly touched you yet, Hibari-san~”
Hibari blushed appropriately, and beckoned his partner, “Come here, won’t you, Tsuna-kun?”
Tsuna did so, smirking as he crawled over the other’s body, and commented, “I won’t do you with this immature body~.”
“Oh, but I thought we were being adventurous?” Hibari’s eyes closed, and when they opened again, his right eye had turned red, and the mist illusion faded away, leaving Mukuro tied to the bed beneath Byakuran.
The white-haired boss smirked teasingly, “Would you rather be with that inexperienced boy?” He asked as he leaned in, mouth closing over the illusionist’s earlobe, flicking it with his tongue. One hand sprawled across the pineapple-haired male’s chest, fingers rolling a nipple, and Mukuro made a soft breathy sound, arching.
“Would you…?” Byakuran pressed, just before moving down to bite and suck at the mist guardian’s pale throat, idly wishing that the illusionist would stop hiding all of his hickeys. It made things more bothersome, really.
“N…Nooo…” the blue-haired male bit out, his fingers twitching. Byakuran’s hand dipped lower, giving his cock a particularly beautiful stroke as a reward.
(A/N: Requested pairing~. OK, so maybe you meant a foursome, but... Pft, this is pretty close, no? X3 )
Prompt Nine (Done~! <3)
12/14/09
“For a Mafia man, you look surprisingly attractive in a dress”
“Must be the legs”
“Oh definitely”
Xanxus’s voice boomed through the heavy oak door at the end of the room, “Hey, Trash! Get your fucking ass in here!”
Belphegor and Lussuria snickered from the couch, and Levi continued to stare fixedly at decidedly anything other than the Sword Emperor (Empress?) in his frilly French Maid’s dress. Mammon hid a small camera behind illusions and murmured, “Should I sell these online? Or I could make him pay for them to be destroyed...?” a pause, a glance at the murderous Italian, and then, “.... I’ll make copies.”
Another shout from the other side of the door, and something crashed against the door.
Lussuria tittered, “You should hurry, Squ-chan~! <3 Xanxus-sama is getting angry~!”
“VOOOIIII!! Shut up and give me back my fucking clothes already!”
“BASTARD!”
Squalo sent a final death glare at the group and strutted up to the door with all the pride he could muster, shoved it open, and shouted, “VOOOOI!!! What the hell do you want?!”
There was a moment of silence, and then a low chuckle reached the ears of the onlookers. It slowly turned into a loud roar of laughter, and Xanxus questioned, “What the hell is this, bastard? Trying to seduce me? Trash!”
Squalo turned on his heel and stomped out of the room.
Prompt Ten (Done~! <3)
01/05/10
“Are you drunk?”
“I most certainly am not *hic*!”
“You can let go of me then...”
“Oh...well maybe I'm a little drunk”
To punctuate his point, Dino’s hand slipped down to caress the prefect’s ass. Hibari whipped a tonfa out of seemingly nowhere and pummeled the blonde in the face.
Sitting on the ground where he’d fallen, Dino cupped his cheek and thought to himself, That didn’t really hurt much. Unbidden, a grin slipped on his face.
“What are you grinning at?” Hibari snapped, irate. He brandished the same tonfa threateningly.
Dino crooked a finger at the younger male, summoning him closer. Hibari stared at him, no doubt attempting to decide what the drunken man was up to, and eventually knelt near him.
All at once, Dino shoved aside the tonfa and grabbed the prefect by his tie, yanking him into a crushing kiss. Teeth smashed into lips and Dino tasted blood, though he wasn’t too sure who’s; he wasn’t too concerned, either, as Hibari had yet to murder him.
And then it sunk in to the Cloud guardian’s head, and he jerked a tonfa up between them, hitting the blonde square in the chin and making him almost bite off his own tongue. Standing swiftly, he stood over the other, a promise of death shining in his eyes.
Dino smiled at the kiss-swollen lips and the cut on his student’s upper lip, before being swiftly beaten into the cement and abandoned beside the road.
Prompt Eleven (Done~! <3)
01/06/10
I wouldn't go in if I were you, they're “training/in a meeting
When M.M. approached the makeshift office of her idol and leader, she noted Chikusa walking away, hunched with his hands in his pockets as he usually did. Normally, she wouldn’t have bothered to notice him, but today, he looked up as she neared, pushed up his glasses, and opened his mouth to speak.
“I wouldn’t go in if I were you.”
She paused to glance at him, and scowled, “What? Why shouldn’t I?”
He glanced back down the hallway, sighing a little as he did as if the small action were tiring, “Mukuro-san and Ken are... in a meeting.”
“Ken?!“ she snapped, exasperated, “What could he have to discuss with him?!”
Turning his back on her and continuing on his way, Chikusa replied, “Well, you won’t listen to me, so I suppose you’ll find out.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?!” she snapped, annoyed with even the briefest interaction with him. He may look smart, but he has even less respect for a lady than that dog boy! With Chikusa not offering any resistance, she strutted the rest of the way, sure that whatever nonsense business that dog boy could have with Mukuro-sama would be trumped by her own news.
As she neared the office door, she could hear muffled sounds... mostly Ken’s odd animal-noises, as far as she could tell. And... maybe something that resembled ‘Mukuro-san--!’
Pft, maybe he’s being punished. Stupid. She snickered to herself. Skipping the remaining steps to the door, she leaned in, pressing a curious ear to the solid door. Shuffling noises, more of Ken’s weird noises (Is he whimpering?! He really is a dog!), and... was that panting? Her heart started to beat faster. What if... What if they were...
The fangirl in her couldn’t resist. She turned the doorknob as quietly as she could and pushed it open a few inches, just enough that she could see inside. Peering through the crack, her eyes landed on Ken, sprawled face down on the desk, naked as the day he was born, and nails carving into the wood, with Mukuro behind him, his own hips ramming against the writhing, whining boy’s ass.
M.M. swooned on the spot.
A/N: I really hate M.M. So, yes, I write her as a spoiled little princess. But I love Ken, so don't let M.M.'s views on him deter you. :3
Prompt Twelve (Done~! <3)
01/08/10
“Gokudera, mind explaining to me why you have breasts?!”
Gokudera froze in place, face turning bright red, and he pulled his overcoat a little tighter around his newly feminized torso before turning on the loud-mouthed Shamal and shouting, “Goddamnit, yell it out a little louder why don’t you?! I don’t think they could quite hear you in Italy!”
Shamal leaned back in his chair, a lazy smirk on his face as he sized up his former-student, and finally came up with, “I’d give you a 5.”
“Shut up and fix it, you charlatan!” Gokudera shouted, one hand balling into a fist.
Shamal’s features cleared and he replied flatly, “I don’t treat men, even the ones with breasts.” A mischievous grin crossed his lips as he added, “Unless, of course, you’re not really a man anymore, Hayato-chan.”
The vein on Gokudera’s forehead pulsed angrily, and he snarled, “What the hell--you bastard! Of course I’m still a man!”
“Is that so, Hayato-chan~” The doctor crooned, saying Gokudera’s name with a strange lilt that made the hairs on the back of the boy’s neck stand up.
Fully enraged, he swiftly undid his belts and pants, and shoved them to the ground along with his boxers. Standing in the center of Shamal’s office with his pants around his ankles, Gokudera yowled, “DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW?!”
Shamal whistled, eyebrows raised, but said nothing more as the boy scowled at him, breathing heavily.
Turning away with disgust then, Shamal said, “If I treat you, you have to do me a favor...” he paused before adding, “And put your damn pants back on. I don’t want to see another man’s junk hanging around here.”
Still flushed, though he wasn’t sure if it was anger or embarrassment, Gokudera yanked his jeans back up.
“So what did you do? Get drunk and go home with some weirdo? Eat something weird off the floor?” the doctor asked conversationally as he picked through his briefcase of mosquitoes.
“Che.” The teen spat, moodily, “Like I know what the hell happened. I knocked over some old witch’s flower pot yesterday, and she started yelling about something and sprayed something that stunk in my face. Then I woke up this morning with these.”
Shamal chuckled to himself, finding the vial he was looking for, and then turned to Gokudera, “Well, about that favor...”
The teen looked suspiciously at him, frowning, “...What?”
Shamal’s smile broadened, “Since you were so quick to drop trou here earlier, and you’ve burned that horrible image into my eyes, I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.”
Gokudera went slack-jawed, “Y-You--! You stupid pervert! Why would I do that?!”
Shamal feigned disappointment, “Oh, then maybe you should go find that ‘old witch’ and grovel at her feet for a cure. I don’t treat guys.”
Seething, hands fisted at his sides, Gokudera weighed his options. Finally, slowly, he undid the zipper of his overcoat, dropping it to the floor. Suddenly embarrassed, he cast his eyes to the floor as he started undoing the buttons on his shirt. In his mind, he chanted I’m still a guy, I’m still a guy. He just wants a peek, and then they’ll be gone, and I can punch him and leave.
Finally, all the buttons were undone, and he shrugged off his shirt, letting it puddle on the floor. He shivered at the sudden chill of the room.
Shamal sized him up, and finally smiled, “A perfect ten. You’d make an adorable girl Hayato-chan, are you sure you want me to treat you?”
Gokudera made a strangled noise at the back of his throat, eyes promising murder, and Shamal wondered if the boy would consent to having his photo taken. He doubted it.
Instead, he stood, pacing closer as he popped open the vial. Gokudera’s eyes shifted from murder to Should I be worried?, and he shifted away a bit.
Releasing his mosquito into the air, he let it hover there for a moment as he reached a hand out, saying “Just one more thing, Hayato-chan~”
Before the boy had a chance to move, Shamal’s big hand cupped the boy’s breast. A heartbeat later, Gokudera slapped him and made a horrible screeching sound, covering his chest. Eyes wide and shock written all over his face, he screeched, “You pervert! You goddamn pervert! I’ll kill you!”
As the doctor laughed, rubbing the back of his head, the teen’s chest shrunk back to a normal, masculine chest. Gokudera threw on his shirt and dashed out of the room without so much as a thank you.
A/N: I had entirely too much fun writing this. I'm sorry, Gokkun~! XD
Prompt Thirteen (Done~! <3)
01/31/10
“And then I bitch slapped him...”
A/N: OK, so I might’ve stretched the prompt a little, buuuut… oh well. :3
Lussuria laughed lightly, hands in Belphegor’s hair as he said, “You’re so adorable, Bel-chan~ <3”
Belphegor puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms, moodily informing the flamboyant male, “Stop playing with my hair, Lussuria. Go find one of your boyfriends to play with.”
“Mn~, I broke the last one, Bel-chan~.” He laughed again, hand cupping the boy’s chin and lifting his face to place a kiss on the prince’s lips.
Belphegor quickly jerked away and wiped his mouth on his sleeve, “Cut it out already!” He had a knife out before he finished the sentence.
Lussuria didn’t take the hint, humming to himself as he ran his hands over the younger Varia member, “You would make a beautiful corpse, Belphegor~” He said the name with a playful lilt that made its owner shudder with disgust more than pleasure.
“I won’t be dying anytime soon.” The blonde stated firmly, “A dead prince doesn’t have anything to rule over.”
Lussuria laughed again, fingers tracing up the striped sleeve of the boy to the hand clutching a knife. He really was such a child… “You could be prince of the dead~”
The boy faltered a bit but recovered quickly, shaking off the errant hands as he complained, “Stop touching me! Why the hell would I want to rule the dead?!” He threw the knife he held at his attacker and readied another attack.
Lussuria swiftly dodged and grabbed the boy’s wrists, pushing him back and pinning him down easily. Belphegor thrashed, throwing insults that, to anyone other than the sun guardian, would have been just as sharp as any knife.
“But think of it, Bel-chan~ An army of dead would be twice as fearsome, and the soldiers would be hardier.”
“Nn~” the boy bared his teeth, still yanking to free himself, “You idiot, you can’t raise the dead, so what good would a pile of corpses be?” A burst of laughter bubbled up from his throat at the idiocy.
Lussuria kissed his captive sweetly, ignoring when the impertinent child bit his lip and screamed at him. Lips blood red, the sun guardian smiled, “And if someone discovered a way to do just that - to raise the dead?”
Belphegor’s chest heaved with his efforts to escape, and from behind his fringe of hair, he glared, “Let me go! This is no way to treat a prince!”
Lussuria smiled lazily, mind wandering, “You call yourself a prince, but where is your kingdom? What throne will you ascend, with no living royalty to offer you the crown?”
“Sh-Shut up! I won’t tell you!”
“See, if you were dead, your dead father could offer you the crown, and you could ascend the throne in death~” Smiling cruelly, the older male, added softly, “Oh, but your brother is dead too, so wouldn’t he get the throne? That makes you the Prince of Nothing, doesn’t it?”
Redoubling his efforts to break free, Belphegor screamed, raging against the stronger body holding him down. Lussuria kissed an exposed shoulder, lifting his mouth away as the boy tried slamming his shoulder into his face. The sun guardian leaned in again as soon as it had dropped, closing his teeth on the flesh between the shoulder and neck. Belphegor tensed, an indistinguishable noise coming from the back of his throat.
Finally, the boy managed to jerk a hand free. Lussuria leaned up, reaching to grab it again, when the freed hand came into sharp contact with his face, followed shortly thereafter by a knife carving at the wrist of the hand still holding the boy down. A little shocked, he lifted that hand, and the boy scrambled from the room screaming obscenities and threats all the way down the hall to his own personal room. The slammed door echoed in the hallway, and Lussuria assumed it had been locked as well. Possibly even barricaded, since they both knew that a simple lock wouldn’t keep the sun guardian away.
Flopping back on his bed, a thought came to his mind, and he murmured aloud, “An army of dead… that could be pretty hot.”
Squalo, reading a book in the neighboring room, was quite certain that he wanted nothing to do with whatever had just happened.
Prompt Fourteen (Done~! <3)
12/30/09
He definitely needs to start wearing belts. Or at least buy a pair of trousers that fit, because I swear, if I see him pull them up one more time I'm going to jump him... was Yamamoto’s thought as Gokudera caught his thumb in a belt loop and tugged his jeans up a bit more over the black-and-white designed boxers he wore that day. (Yamamoto had yet to determine the exact design, but a particular area of lines and shading seemed to resemble the feathers of a wing.)
The Italian was talking animatedly with Tsuna, apparently unaware of Yamamoto as the baseball player sat on a park bench only a few feet away, a part of the group though not actively involved.
Tsuna smiled and bid Gokudera farewell, then politely declined his offers of an escort home, before waving to Yamamoto and walking away. Although he returned the wave, Yamamoto’s eyes never left Gokudera’s waistline. The Italian shifted his weight to his other leg, and his jeans settled lower on his hips.
And then he turned around and frowned at the darker-haired boy, “What the hell are you staring at?”
Yamamoto’s eyes wandered up to the stormy green eyes, and he answered simply, without thinking, “Your pants...”
Confusion clouded those eyes, and they turned away, checking his fly and then twisting around to try and look at his own rear, “Why?” His shirt hem lifted a few inches as he twisted, and Yamamoto caught sight of a dusting of silvery hair below his navel. So that really was his hair color...
“Did you lose your belt?”
“Oh, pft...” the silver-haired boy’s shoulders relaxed a little, “I forgot it, I guess.” He pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter out of his pocket, turning away a bit to watch the pond as he lit one up. As his hand withdrew from his pocket, he hitched his jeans up again, and Yamamoto restricted the groan in his throat.
Standing, he approached the other male, stopping just within arm’s reach, and paused before asking, “Wanna come over to my place? I got that Dragon Quest game that you suggested.”
Gokudera exhaled some smoke and contemplated it a moment, “How far did you get?”
“I’m stuck on the fourth dungeon... the one in the church.”
“Pft, that one’s easy.” He turned around and walked away, waving a hand for the Rain guardian to follow.
Sitting at Yamamoto’s desk, eyes fixated on the screen, Gokudera ran through the game, explaining as he went how to do it. Yamamoto sat backwards in a fold-up chair, mind wandering away from the game and eyes wandering the figure of the Italian. He glanced down, and noted that Gokudera’s jeans had slipped lower... it looked like his boxers had some kind of winged skull design. How like him...
The Italian turned to look at him, annoyance plain on his face, and before he could get out a complaint, Yamamoto leaned forward and kissed him, hard, tongue sliding past lips open in surprise. When the startled boy didn’t respond, he pulled back a bit, albeit reluctantly. Gokudera had turned a rather appealing shade of pink, his eyes clouded with confusion.
“Y-You--! What the hell?!” He finally managed to spit out, and stood, distancing himself. His hand covered his mouth once, almost in thought, and then he shouted, “Idiot!” and turned to storm out of the room.
Yamamoto half-smiled, watching the Italian leave, and made a mental note to filch all of Gokudera’s belts next time he went to visit.
Prompt Fifteen (incomplete)
“I'd tap that like the fist of god.”
Prompt Sixteen (Done~! <3)
12/30/09
“Oh he's attractive enough, I just wouldn't trust my genitals with them...”
“All of them? Or just him?”
A pause, “Any of them. All of them. I mean, those lackeys of his are sorta...” Reborn’s voice trailed off, and then he added, “Maybe not the girl. She’s not so bad.”
“Which one? With the flute or the...” Colonello made a motion with his hand, drawing a long staff-like object, “What is that? A pitchfork?”
“I wasn’t including that one with the flute.” The assassin waved off his buddy and took a sip from his drink. “She hasn’t shown up in awhile, after all.”
“OK, I can see Mukuro, maybe the glasses kid... but what do you see in that dog boy?”
“He’s got a raw power...” the hitman commented vaguely, then added with a wicked grin, “And those animal forms could be interesting.”
Colonello laughed.
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