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Title: Ask Not the Same Day of Birth Part III [complete]
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera
Rating: to R [for sex and language]
Themes: Blossom, Sweet, Deep, and Tingle
Notes: Gah, finished them! I'm noticing that more and more I use these drabble challenges to get a feel for new characters and series. It's a good way for me to check if certain pairings work for me (this one did; YuuRam...not so much XD). Just a fun, unintimidating gauge for compatibility. ^^
Previous Posts: Part I | Part II
01. Blossom
Dogs, that's what they were. Goddamned dogs.
A younger Yamamoto would have laughed, said, "How cynical!" and slapped Gokudera on the back. But this older Yamamoto, though still loyal and good-hearted, knew how to scavenge. And the blood and the need on Gokudera's body filled him like breath pressing against starving ribs.
That's how it was: bloody, rough, sudden. Like a good raid. No blossoming flowers. No rays of sunshine or revelatory glances. Just the ripping and tearing of clothes from skin like flesh from bone. Just teeth and claws and strangled cries in the humid night air.
05. Sweet
"The stupid cow just keeps poofing back here with that stupid bazooka 'cause you spoil him with stupid candy," Gokudera said, loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt.
Yamamoto laughed, stepping out of his shoes, his pants. "Such a dangerous toy."
Gokudera snorted. "Could at least send him back with useful information."
Unclothed, Yamamoto settled into bed. "Yeah, about the rings or something."
"Nah." Gokudera slid in next to him. "Were were just kids then."
"Yeah."
Gokudera's head disappeared beneath the covers. "Maybe a note telling the idiot teenager I was to hurry up and fuck you."
"Such language," Yamamoto said, moaned, agreed.
10. Deep
They go back. Way back. Back through Family and blood and fights, laughter and scowls, bombs and smoke like memory. Way back. Back longer than the curve of Yamamoto's body arching off the floor. Longer than scratches trailing down Gokudera's sides. Longer than the litany-symphony-cacophony of noise they make that carries them through till dawn.
They go back. Back and down and deep, invading each other until no one can quite call their names separately anymore. There is no Gokudera. There is no Yamamoto. No right-hand man. Just loyal servants tangled together: a mythological beast or raindrops weaving through a stormy sky.
14. Tingle
It's like the bat in his hands after he swings, his sword during Attaco di Squalo, his numb fingers. It's exciting and terrifying, like this scary-cool mafia game. It's like all of these things. It's like none of them at all.
The thing it's closest to -- what Yamamoto likes most about it -- is that it's like fighting side-by-side with Gokudera for the first time. Really side-by-side. Combi-play victory, back-to-back. Vibrating, electric.
Except now, it's more like chest-to-chest; breath-to-breath; fingers tangled together, in this strange gesture of affection or control, depending on which of them you asked. Yamamoto doesn't really mind either way.
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: Yamamoto/Gokudera
Rating: to R [for sex and language]
Themes: Blossom, Sweet, Deep, and Tingle
Notes: Gah, finished them! I'm noticing that more and more I use these drabble challenges to get a feel for new characters and series. It's a good way for me to check if certain pairings work for me (this one did; YuuRam...not so much XD). Just a fun, unintimidating gauge for compatibility. ^^
Previous Posts: Part I | Part II
01. Blossom
Dogs, that's what they were. Goddamned dogs.
A younger Yamamoto would have laughed, said, "How cynical!" and slapped Gokudera on the back. But this older Yamamoto, though still loyal and good-hearted, knew how to scavenge. And the blood and the need on Gokudera's body filled him like breath pressing against starving ribs.
That's how it was: bloody, rough, sudden. Like a good raid. No blossoming flowers. No rays of sunshine or revelatory glances. Just the ripping and tearing of clothes from skin like flesh from bone. Just teeth and claws and strangled cries in the humid night air.
05. Sweet
"The stupid cow just keeps poofing back here with that stupid bazooka 'cause you spoil him with stupid candy," Gokudera said, loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt.
Yamamoto laughed, stepping out of his shoes, his pants. "Such a dangerous toy."
Gokudera snorted. "Could at least send him back with useful information."
Unclothed, Yamamoto settled into bed. "Yeah, about the rings or something."
"Nah." Gokudera slid in next to him. "Were were just kids then."
"Yeah."
Gokudera's head disappeared beneath the covers. "Maybe a note telling the idiot teenager I was to hurry up and fuck you."
"Such language," Yamamoto said, moaned, agreed.
10. Deep
They go back. Way back. Back through Family and blood and fights, laughter and scowls, bombs and smoke like memory. Way back. Back longer than the curve of Yamamoto's body arching off the floor. Longer than scratches trailing down Gokudera's sides. Longer than the litany-symphony-cacophony of noise they make that carries them through till dawn.
They go back. Back and down and deep, invading each other until no one can quite call their names separately anymore. There is no Gokudera. There is no Yamamoto. No right-hand man. Just loyal servants tangled together: a mythological beast or raindrops weaving through a stormy sky.
14. Tingle
It's like the bat in his hands after he swings, his sword during Attaco di Squalo, his numb fingers. It's exciting and terrifying, like this scary-cool mafia game. It's like all of these things. It's like none of them at all.
The thing it's closest to -- what Yamamoto likes most about it -- is that it's like fighting side-by-side with Gokudera for the first time. Really side-by-side. Combi-play victory, back-to-back. Vibrating, electric.
Except now, it's more like chest-to-chest; breath-to-breath; fingers tangled together, in this strange gesture of affection or control, depending on which of them you asked. Yamamoto doesn't really mind either way.