[Fanfict] Hitman Reborn - One Night in Bangkok Part 1 - 1896
Title: One Night In Bangkok
Author: yamikakyuu
Characters: TYL!Hibari and TYL!Chrome (1896)
Warnings: Ummm implied sex, Hibari pleases Chrome, TYL based storyline but takes place whenever that arcs ends and things go back to normal. Also...I have NEVER written something like this before...only implied smut, never implied sex sooooo...umm....be kind :3 Author's note follow fict.
Disclaimer: All based on Amano-sensei's creation
Two souls meet again. Not the first time, not the last. One in need. One nearly lost. Together they feed, feed whatever each other requires at that moment. Is it right? Probably not. But damn, it feels good.
Part 1 - Chrome Dokuro
You can't always get what you want...
Soft white light illuminates the cracks of the gray stone floor as the clouds finally clear allowing the moon to make its presence known in the otherwise bleak night. Church bells chime in the distance. Chrome Dokuro counts the tolls - apparently it was now 4 a.m. Sighing, she looks at the slender dark-haired man lying next to her. She knows he will be leaving soon. Fighting the urge to run her fingers down the small of his back, she had not been completely surprised to see him though it had been a while since their last encounter.
His form was always the same. Arriving after midnight. Always leaving before dawn. Of course she never asked him to stay either. The answer to that she already knew.
The first time had been memorable.
She had not seen him since the Millefore had attacked his base. She had heard he was alive but it seemed no one could confirm or deny this. After the fall of Byakuran and everything had gone back to normal...of course was any of this normal...he had suddenly appeared at her door. Body still bruised and broken but this did not hinder him. She had barely managed to open the door all the way, before finding herself thrown back onto her bed as he leaped on her, a predatory hunger in his tortured gray eyes.
"Il re si sta riprendendo il trono."
Those had been the only words he had spoken. Everything else he conveyed with his body. Thrusting, biting, licking, penetrating - she had endured it all. She knew why he was doing this. Revenge. She deserved it in a sense but more important than that, more important than his need for compensation - she had enjoyed it.
Each time since had been as intense as the first. Again his form was always the same. But when he had shown up again a second time, she had been ready. Maybe it surprised him, maybe not. But like two wolves fighting for fresh meat, she had not just sat and taken it. Chrome Dokuro would not be dominated by anyone, anymore. He seemed to feed off of this. Originally his eyes had given the aura of a simple predator targeting its prey. But her willingness to fight back seemed to stimulate him. This would be no simple hunt like the first time. Was that why he kept coming back? Maybe. But again, she enjoyed it.
As if the bells themselves knew, this was now the fourth time he had come. She had no complaints as usual. However was the sole purpose of this just a shield to cast out so neither would ever experience happiness? Physical love was fine: You find a body, you push all past regrets into that little box of hopelessness in your heart and you pray that the other person will give you what you desire if just for one night. If it works the high experienced is rarely duplicated. If not, then you find another body. But physical love becomes a shroud after a while. Even if you meet the others needs, usually one of the two starts feeling attachment even if swearing not too. She was not sure if she was feeling this but one thing was for sure. This was not something she wanted to give up.
You can't always get what you want...
Truth be told, she did want love. She wanted someone to care only for her, appreciate her, and protect her. She had that once, at least she hoped she had. Now though, happiness did not seem possible. This seemed the best substitute for that.
He stirs next to her. She was quite sure he had been awake for a while but again there was never much communication during their time together. His slender yet muscular body, which was bred for fighting looked soft, almost porcelain in the moonlight. Perhaps in another time, another place both could have experienced a real love. That thought brought up both amusement and sadness. It was getting harder to lie to herself.
You can't always get what you want...but if you try sometimes...
He rolls back over, facing her. His long fingers move across her cheek as he forces her to look at him. She cannot hide the shocked look she is sure he is seeing on her face. Never before had he touched her after his business with her was done.
Pushing himself up he arches his back as he once again moves over her. Grabbing both her hands he thrusts them over her head, pinning her wrists down with one hand. The other runs slowly along her cheek as a twisted smile forms. He brings his hand toward his mouth, licking his first and middle fingers. Slowly he runs them down her chest, right in between her breasts, stimulating them. She flinches at how soft the sensation is. How can someone as oppressive as him be so gentle? Moving down around her navel, his thin fingers barely touching her pale skin. Why? Why now? Why must he be doing this? Looking away she pushes this idea from her head. She tries breaking free of his grip but of course to no avail. She hears him scoff at her petty attempt. Moving lower, caressing her hip area, he pauses, licking his fingers one more time. She braces, she knows what is coming. Moving his right leg over, he spreads her nearly wide open, almost painfully but she refuses to cry out.
You might find...
Down to the inner thigh now, his wet fingers cold as goose bumps run down her legs. She shivers slightly. Finally they reach their destination; delicately they touch finding the opening. She braces for what is coming. Slowly they insert, moving rhythmically back and forth. Biting her lip at this wonderful sensation; this feeling, which is so very different, then what she had experienced before. This was not just pleasure, it was sexual, not just sex. He goes in further, she bites down harder drawing blood, still refusing to cry out. Heart racing her breathing is fast and furious. He releases his death grip from around her wrists bringing his arm beside him learning over her. Bending down sensually licking the blood from around her lips his tongue slowly starts the down the same path. Running it across her chest, she arches her back, his finger still lodged are now as far as they can go. He prowls backward from her chest down to the hips, pausing only to rewet his tongue. Finally it also finds where his fingers have been all this time.
Again, why all this? Why now? Thoughts of everything they had been through up to now flash through her mind as she feels the pressure lessen. Every time has been the same, it was just sex. No worries, no cares, no commitment, no ties, no nothing...
Well maybe on his part. Again it was getting harder and harder to lie to herself. Physical only goes so far; eventually real is needed. Was this real?
You get what you need...
Contact is made. His tongue now replacing his fingers. No longer able to contain her emotions, she cries out in sheer uncontrollable enjoyment as to what is happening. Never before has anything felt as perfect to her. Sultry and sensual not rough or abrasive like the other times...not that she had minded. She pulls at the sheets, twisting them around her fists, fighting for control of her body, but knows he has it all. He hates to lose. He still views everything as a fight with winners and losers. Crying out one more time, she knows he has won this.
He leans back. Slowly she turns to see him looking down on her. A smug satisfied look graces his face. She lays for several moments out of breath, her heart still nearly jumping from her chest as he puts on his white collared shirt tucking it into his slacks, followed by the tie. Even after this, he still takes the time to take pride in his appearance. This thought brings a small smile to her face
Sitting up pulling the sheets over her legs, she knows he is about to leave. However she wants to know why? Why did he do that? Was it just because? Was it for her? Or was it just because he needed a new way to bring control back in this? That thought fills her heart with sorrow. Was she only something to feed on every now and then? Would this ever be more?
All these thoughts flood her head to the point where she wanted to just yell it out to him but really, what would that accomplish? She knows him too well, she knows his answer. But still, for herself, for everything that had happened or would happen, she has to ask. If this brings the end then so be it, it was a good ride. She got a few brief moments of pleasure in an otherwise dark and dangerous world with someone who could possibly bring her happiness and to whom maybe she could bring peace too. In the end, it had been worth it. So no regrets. Still she has to ask, just once.
Donning his suit jacket, he heads for the door. Now is her last chance but why does she now feel nervousness in her heart...
"Ky..." she stops, she cannot. Taking a breath, she tries again. "Hibari-san? Do you believe in love?"
He pauses at the door. Silence. She expects as much, after all, look whom she is talking to. Sighing she lays her head on her knees fighting the urge to either scream or cry. Thankfully, or not, the crying came.
"Chrome Dokuro," a soft yet stern voice calls.
She looks up as a lone tear runs down her cheek.
He still stands in the doorway, the light from the outside casting around his dark figure. She could not see his face anymore and even though he is not even looking in her direction, somehow she could feel his eyes. He turns but not to her.
His face illuminates momentarily from his lighter as he ignites a cigarette. He takes a drag then answers...
[END Part 1, Part 2 - Hibari Kyouya]
Authors Notes: Gonna crawl into my hole now...apologizes if some of the references are a bit...obsurce this idea came from several places. Oddly enough most came from a fanart post runesque did. Apologizes to kill_me_faster for trying to epitomize your style, I failed. Apologizies to The Rolling Stones for the use of their lyrics. Apologizes to Chrome for making her sound like a booty call. Apologizes for everything XD Yes my TYL!Hibari is a smoker! He does this in another fict I have yet to post. Note about the title...obviously this doesnt take place in Bangkok XD Its more of a joke title based from the song from the musical Chess. Also I think this is the longest KHR fict Ive written so far. I started this a month ago XD Im hoping all my grammar is good since I switch from present to past back to present...hopefully all my verbs are correct XD
Plus note, much thanks to Pellisser on AnimeSuki for the Italian lesson ^^
Edit: have made a few corrections based on feedback, mostly my inability to use proper words XD Thanks to Runedaime for helping.
Happy Fargan Birthday Skylark....
Author: yamikakyuu
Characters: TYL!Hibari and TYL!Chrome (1896)
Warnings: Ummm implied sex, Hibari pleases Chrome, TYL based storyline but takes place whenever that arcs ends and things go back to normal. Also...I have NEVER written something like this before...only implied smut, never implied sex sooooo...umm....be kind :3 Author's note follow fict.
Disclaimer: All based on Amano-sensei's creation
Two souls meet again. Not the first time, not the last. One in need. One nearly lost. Together they feed, feed whatever each other requires at that moment. Is it right? Probably not. But damn, it feels good.
Part 1 - Chrome Dokuro
You can't always get what you want...
Soft white light illuminates the cracks of the gray stone floor as the clouds finally clear allowing the moon to make its presence known in the otherwise bleak night. Church bells chime in the distance. Chrome Dokuro counts the tolls - apparently it was now 4 a.m. Sighing, she looks at the slender dark-haired man lying next to her. She knows he will be leaving soon. Fighting the urge to run her fingers down the small of his back, she had not been completely surprised to see him though it had been a while since their last encounter.
His form was always the same. Arriving after midnight. Always leaving before dawn. Of course she never asked him to stay either. The answer to that she already knew.
The first time had been memorable.
She had not seen him since the Millefore had attacked his base. She had heard he was alive but it seemed no one could confirm or deny this. After the fall of Byakuran and everything had gone back to normal...of course was any of this normal...he had suddenly appeared at her door. Body still bruised and broken but this did not hinder him. She had barely managed to open the door all the way, before finding herself thrown back onto her bed as he leaped on her, a predatory hunger in his tortured gray eyes.
"Il re si sta riprendendo il trono."
Those had been the only words he had spoken. Everything else he conveyed with his body. Thrusting, biting, licking, penetrating - she had endured it all. She knew why he was doing this. Revenge. She deserved it in a sense but more important than that, more important than his need for compensation - she had enjoyed it.
Each time since had been as intense as the first. Again his form was always the same. But when he had shown up again a second time, she had been ready. Maybe it surprised him, maybe not. But like two wolves fighting for fresh meat, she had not just sat and taken it. Chrome Dokuro would not be dominated by anyone, anymore. He seemed to feed off of this. Originally his eyes had given the aura of a simple predator targeting its prey. But her willingness to fight back seemed to stimulate him. This would be no simple hunt like the first time. Was that why he kept coming back? Maybe. But again, she enjoyed it.
As if the bells themselves knew, this was now the fourth time he had come. She had no complaints as usual. However was the sole purpose of this just a shield to cast out so neither would ever experience happiness? Physical love was fine: You find a body, you push all past regrets into that little box of hopelessness in your heart and you pray that the other person will give you what you desire if just for one night. If it works the high experienced is rarely duplicated. If not, then you find another body. But physical love becomes a shroud after a while. Even if you meet the others needs, usually one of the two starts feeling attachment even if swearing not too. She was not sure if she was feeling this but one thing was for sure. This was not something she wanted to give up.
You can't always get what you want...
Truth be told, she did want love. She wanted someone to care only for her, appreciate her, and protect her. She had that once, at least she hoped she had. Now though, happiness did not seem possible. This seemed the best substitute for that.
He stirs next to her. She was quite sure he had been awake for a while but again there was never much communication during their time together. His slender yet muscular body, which was bred for fighting looked soft, almost porcelain in the moonlight. Perhaps in another time, another place both could have experienced a real love. That thought brought up both amusement and sadness. It was getting harder to lie to herself.
You can't always get what you want...but if you try sometimes...
He rolls back over, facing her. His long fingers move across her cheek as he forces her to look at him. She cannot hide the shocked look she is sure he is seeing on her face. Never before had he touched her after his business with her was done.
Pushing himself up he arches his back as he once again moves over her. Grabbing both her hands he thrusts them over her head, pinning her wrists down with one hand. The other runs slowly along her cheek as a twisted smile forms. He brings his hand toward his mouth, licking his first and middle fingers. Slowly he runs them down her chest, right in between her breasts, stimulating them. She flinches at how soft the sensation is. How can someone as oppressive as him be so gentle? Moving down around her navel, his thin fingers barely touching her pale skin. Why? Why now? Why must he be doing this? Looking away she pushes this idea from her head. She tries breaking free of his grip but of course to no avail. She hears him scoff at her petty attempt. Moving lower, caressing her hip area, he pauses, licking his fingers one more time. She braces, she knows what is coming. Moving his right leg over, he spreads her nearly wide open, almost painfully but she refuses to cry out.
You might find...
Down to the inner thigh now, his wet fingers cold as goose bumps run down her legs. She shivers slightly. Finally they reach their destination; delicately they touch finding the opening. She braces for what is coming. Slowly they insert, moving rhythmically back and forth. Biting her lip at this wonderful sensation; this feeling, which is so very different, then what she had experienced before. This was not just pleasure, it was sexual, not just sex. He goes in further, she bites down harder drawing blood, still refusing to cry out. Heart racing her breathing is fast and furious. He releases his death grip from around her wrists bringing his arm beside him learning over her. Bending down sensually licking the blood from around her lips his tongue slowly starts the down the same path. Running it across her chest, she arches her back, his finger still lodged are now as far as they can go. He prowls backward from her chest down to the hips, pausing only to rewet his tongue. Finally it also finds where his fingers have been all this time.
Again, why all this? Why now? Thoughts of everything they had been through up to now flash through her mind as she feels the pressure lessen. Every time has been the same, it was just sex. No worries, no cares, no commitment, no ties, no nothing...
Well maybe on his part. Again it was getting harder and harder to lie to herself. Physical only goes so far; eventually real is needed. Was this real?
You get what you need...
Contact is made. His tongue now replacing his fingers. No longer able to contain her emotions, she cries out in sheer uncontrollable enjoyment as to what is happening. Never before has anything felt as perfect to her. Sultry and sensual not rough or abrasive like the other times...not that she had minded. She pulls at the sheets, twisting them around her fists, fighting for control of her body, but knows he has it all. He hates to lose. He still views everything as a fight with winners and losers. Crying out one more time, she knows he has won this.
He leans back. Slowly she turns to see him looking down on her. A smug satisfied look graces his face. She lays for several moments out of breath, her heart still nearly jumping from her chest as he puts on his white collared shirt tucking it into his slacks, followed by the tie. Even after this, he still takes the time to take pride in his appearance. This thought brings a small smile to her face
Sitting up pulling the sheets over her legs, she knows he is about to leave. However she wants to know why? Why did he do that? Was it just because? Was it for her? Or was it just because he needed a new way to bring control back in this? That thought fills her heart with sorrow. Was she only something to feed on every now and then? Would this ever be more?
All these thoughts flood her head to the point where she wanted to just yell it out to him but really, what would that accomplish? She knows him too well, she knows his answer. But still, for herself, for everything that had happened or would happen, she has to ask. If this brings the end then so be it, it was a good ride. She got a few brief moments of pleasure in an otherwise dark and dangerous world with someone who could possibly bring her happiness and to whom maybe she could bring peace too. In the end, it had been worth it. So no regrets. Still she has to ask, just once.
Donning his suit jacket, he heads for the door. Now is her last chance but why does she now feel nervousness in her heart...
"Ky..." she stops, she cannot. Taking a breath, she tries again. "Hibari-san? Do you believe in love?"
He pauses at the door. Silence. She expects as much, after all, look whom she is talking to. Sighing she lays her head on her knees fighting the urge to either scream or cry. Thankfully, or not, the crying came.
"Chrome Dokuro," a soft yet stern voice calls.
She looks up as a lone tear runs down her cheek.
He still stands in the doorway, the light from the outside casting around his dark figure. She could not see his face anymore and even though he is not even looking in her direction, somehow she could feel his eyes. He turns but not to her.
His face illuminates momentarily from his lighter as he ignites a cigarette. He takes a drag then answers...
[END Part 1, Part 2 - Hibari Kyouya]
Authors Notes: Gonna crawl into my hole now...apologizes if some of the references are a bit...obsurce this idea came from several places. Oddly enough most came from a fanart post runesque did. Apologizes to kill_me_faster for trying to epitomize your style, I failed. Apologizies to The Rolling Stones for the use of their lyrics. Apologizes to Chrome for making her sound like a booty call. Apologizes for everything XD Yes my TYL!Hibari is a smoker! He does this in another fict I have yet to post. Note about the title...obviously this doesnt take place in Bangkok XD Its more of a joke title based from the song from the musical Chess. Also I think this is the longest KHR fict Ive written so far. I started this a month ago XD Im hoping all my grammar is good since I switch from present to past back to present...hopefully all my verbs are correct XD
Plus note, much thanks to Pellisser on AnimeSuki for the Italian lesson ^^
Edit: have made a few corrections based on feedback, mostly my inability to use proper words XD Thanks to Runedaime for helping.
Happy Fargan Birthday Skylark....