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as_it_tastes @ 2008-08-13T23:07:00

2008-08-14T06:37:44Z

The stabbing noises came courtesy of a knife.

2008-07-04T19:04:02Z

Okay, I'm back for a little while, but apparently my computer will just, like, stop working sometime soon, and then I won't have one for a couple of weeks. So if I disappear suddenly, you'll know why. In the meantime, I'm posting to pimp stuff really fast with liberal doses of copy-pasta from wikipedia. There will be more pimping on its way if my computer doesn't die on me.

{ ALIVE: THE FINAL EVOLUTION }
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A young student named Taisuke stands up for his friend, Hirose, who often seems to be picked on. Besides that, he lives a rather normal life with his childhood friend, Megumi, and his older sister who works as the nurse of the school. Both of his parents were killed in a car accident. But one day, a strange virus starts making people commit suicide during that week. Taisuke witnesses one of these suicides and very oddly is gifted suddenly with a strange ability. He soon finds out that Hirose has left school, and Megumi has been kidnapped. In order to find his friends, Taisuke sets out on a journey. But he encounters people like him, who have abilities, and the mystery of these people and the virus slowly starts to unfold....

So basically! It's totally generic shounen, except a thousand times more awesome. It just- fits together really well, and handles all the gore really effectively, and everything seems to be deliberate and you only really notice the obvious foreshadowing because you don't really know where the rest of it is going. And the characters are actually really likable, even if they're pretty much the generic stereotypes. The story has a really smooth flow, too, and you barely notice how many chapters you've read. And ANYWAYS, I SUCK AT EXPLAINING, BUT YOU SHOULD READ IT. Because there are people commiting suicide and dying all over and other people who go crazy and get badass powers. And it's awesome.

"I think rape is kind of like Hitler."

2008-06-12T22:04:06Z

SO UH. FINALS ARE OVER FINALLY. I have, like, a million things to comment on, so if I haven't, I will get around to it soon! Hopefully! Maybe not tonight, but probably by Saturday at least - then I will be all caught up.

Also, click~

Trading hanashiki fanfic for doujinshi #28 & #33~

Wordcount: 669 + 755 = 1424

LA LA LA:
#1 - This started from the idea of the first paragraph (it took me forever to actually write it), and was originally supposed to have the old #1 as a 'AU of itself' pair, but it doesn't. Well, it does, but that was the last thing I posted that was really short and can't really count as a fanfic. So this is the porny version of the first paragraph's idea, thought it was actually secretly written first.
#2 - Y-yeah, this was. Um. Just, I wanted to, so I prompted myself with this: 'Yamamoto wants to be completely dominated', and while I was writing it, I realized to roxiezeke that:
REALLY
LIKE
THINK OF HOW MANY TIMES GOKUDERA HAS BLOWN HIM UP
AND HE LOOKS SO HAPPY EVERY TIME!
HE'S LIKE
RANDOMLY A MASOCHIST
and then this fic was born. The end. >.<;;

Gokudera had always had exceptional hearing. It was useful for plenty of things, from playing piano to being able to tell if his sister was marrying a robot. However it was both a gift and a curse at times, and this was definitely one of the latter.

In the middle of stomping rudely up the stairs, Gokudera wasn't bothering with quiet (he rarely ever did), angry that he of all people had to go get the fucking baseball idiot.

He stopped at his door (decorated with baseball posters just like the ones plastering nearly every inch of his walls), lifting a hand to the doorknob when he was stopped by a low moan. His heart nearly stopped, thoughts jumping to the conclusion of a threat until his ears caught the rustling of sheets. This really couldn't be good for his heart, he thought, as it stopped again, face turning bright red as he realized what he had just almost walked in on.

Shaking with adrenaline his body slumped against the door-frame. Gokudera winced at the muffled thump before pressing a cheek into the wall, waiting for his heart to slow down. Then he would leave; he'd just have to tell Reborn that the idiot would be down in a second.

Unfortunately, he didn't count on his hearing, and through the crack in the door he could hear Yamamoto's tiny panting breaths, the soft stream of air moving between the rooms creating the illusion of the idiot's lips next to his ear. He could hear every muffled whimper, and the whisper of cotton sheets beneath Yamamoto's body, and his mouth went dry. Fuck.

This was so wrong, there was no way he could be getting hard, listening to this fucking moron jack off in his room. But he couldn't deny the evidence as a clumsy hand brushed against the front of his pants. He had to bite back a moan, squeezing his eyes shut tight as he tried to ignore his problem.

Too bad Yamamoto didn't seem to be finished yet, and Gokudera matched the shaky breath he drew with one of his own. His legs didn't seem to be paying attention, rooted to the spot, and his face was burning brightly, his fists clenching at his sides.

Another moan drew his attention back to the boy behind the door, and this was all his fault. And- and it was all his fault. Why should Gokudera be fucking inconvenienced like this, because of an idiot? No one would be up for a while, he thought, as he slipped his hand past the waistband of his boxers, but he'd still have to make it quick.

And that was the friction he craved; he bit his lip, listening to Yamamoto's small gasps in lieu of letting out the ones building at the back of his throat. His hand moved faster, desperate to finish before someone found him, leaning against Yamamoto's wall and touching himself. Heat coiled in his stomach, winding tighter and tighter until he heard Yamamoto come with a (decidedly unmanly) whimper. And then release was rushing through him, legs shaking as he made a mess of his pants.

Gokudera's breathing slowed, each movement of his chest becoming less pronounced as his body calmed down. It was only then that he realized what he had done, and heat rushed to his cheeks, his entire face turning red at the realization that he had jerked himself off to the thought of the baseball idiot doing the same.

To the reality of the baseball idiot doing the same, he remembered suddenly, freezing as he heard the springs of Yamamoto's bed creek and the thump of feet hitting the floor.

He started and ran down the hall, nearly tripping over himself as he tried to get away, just barely scrambling down the stairs before Yamamoto saw him. He bumped into the Tenth at the bottom of the stairs and stammered out an incomprehensible excuses, face still bright red, before escaping the house altogether.

"Come on, come on, anything you like," Yamamoto's voice was breathless, and his eyes were too bright, too eager. Gokudera blushed furiously.

"I said no you fucking id-ah!" the shout was cut short as he pulled Gokudera down on him.

Embarrassed and irritated, Gokudera sat up quickly, punching Yamamoto in the chest as retribution. His eyes widened in shock as Yamamoto moaned and arched up into him at the abuse, his stomach rubbing against Gokudera's groin as it moved. "Y-you sick bastard! What the fuck?!"

He squeezed his knees together trying to hide how affected he was just from having Yamamoto wriggling under him and offering himself; he growled when the idiot smiled at him. It was Yamamoto's fault he was inconvenienced in the first place and it was pissing him off.

Concentrating on the growing problem down south, he didn't notice Yamamoto's arm snaking around his shoulders until he was pulled down into a clumsy open-mouthed kiss. He dug his fingernails into Yamamoto's neck, trapped by the arm around his shoulders, and froze when he felt the other boy's pleased hum vibrate across their joined lips.

"Anything at all," it was just a sigh into the corner of Gokudera's mouth, but it made him shudder in need (and it couldn't be a good thing that he found that so hot).

But, "Anything?"

Yamamoto nodded, and the grin was back full force.

Gokudera lunged forward and bit him, teeth sinking into that irritating smile. Yamamoto gave a muffled yip of pain at that; Gokudera grabbed one of his wrists hard to remind him who was in charge now. He moved back to watch the blood spill, gathering in the idiot's still-smiling mouth and trailing down his cheeks to the carpet.

Yamamoto leaned up to kiss him again, but this time he gave up easily when he was slammed into the ground again.

Determined to get this over with, Gokudera jerked his hips down into Yamamoto's stomach. It wasn't enough friction for someone as impatient as Gokudera; he moved up the baseball idiot's toned body to grind into his rib cage. The other boy let out a mewling whimper of pleasure even as Gokudera could feel the rhythmic push of bone against bone collapsing Yamamoto's chest.

Hips still rocking in small, rough circles, he leaned over to bite into Yamamoto's shoulder, getting a mouthful of shirt. Irritated at the obstruction, he bit down harder, teeth piercing the fabric and sinking into skin. He felt Yamamoto's gasping intake of air, rolling his hips up before they jolted back down (and he might have just cracked one of the idiot's ribs, not that it mattered), and then his free hand was tangled in Gokudera's hair, pressing him into the abused shoulder. Gokudera heard him moan, breathless, as the movement sunk his teeth further, and he wrinkled his nose both in disgust and at the jolt it had sent through his belly.

He batted Yamamoto’s hand away with an irritated bark, "Stop it," he sat back up, ignoring the disappointed, needy whine beneath him, and worked on undoing one of his belts. It took longer than normal (his shaking hands were making it hard), but finally he pulled it off, yanking Yamamoto's hands away from where they were traveling slowly up his body and lashing them to the bedpost.

"Hahaha," Yamamoto laughed through bloodied lips, amused for some inane reason, "You still don't like it when I touch you?" Gokudera ignored him (of course he didn't like it; it should have been obvious; as if he would ever like something like that), concentrating on the unusually stubborn belt buckle instead.

He moved back down to grind into Yamamoto's hips, and it felt so much better when they were both moving (not that he needed the moron's help for anything, even something like this). Panting, desperate for orgasm, his movements became more erratic; he splayed one hand across Yamamoto's stomach for balance as they jerked against each other, the nails of the other hand digging into the baseball idiot's hip.

Gokudera came first, making a mess of his pants. He collapsed on Yamamoto's chest, and not even bothering to complain as Yamamoto's hips continued bucking up into his; each little aftershock they inspired made his breath hitch and he buried his face in the idiot's chest to hide his unsteady exhalations. Yamamoto finally shuddered and went still under him but Gokudera didn't bother to move; Yamamoto was strangely comfortable, and the other boy was his territory now, after all.

Japan Town Denny's Hawaiian Favorites

2008-06-10T02:44:43Z

Yeah, this is from forever ago and I'm posting it just because I'm lame like that.

Gokudera had always had exceptional hearing. It was useful for plenty of things, from playing piano to being able to tell if his sister was marrying a robot. However it was both a gift and a curse at times, and this was definitely one of the latter.

Somehow, he'd started hearing the baseball idiot even when he wasn't around, and it was starting to drive him crazy. No matter where he went the sounds would follow him - the clink of a baseball bat or a moronic laugh - and each time he would turn, only to find nothing there.

The useless idiot was distracting him from protecting the Tenth, and he was fed up with it.

In other news, I'm still not doing my essay; click anyways?

Because you touch yourself at night.

2008-06-01T05:24:50Z

The song that I decided goes with this for many reasons including creepiness, starts with The ice is thin / come on, dive in~

FINE IT'S BEING POSTED BUT IT'S ONLY OPEN TO YOU.

Wordcount: 390

"I'm sorry, Tenth," Gokudera whispered, as he worked at the buttons with shaking hands. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he repeated it like a mantra under his breath, murmuring it against Tsuna's mouth as he kissed the boy softly, against Tsuna's skin as he moved down.

Tsuna let out little gasps of near terror, muscles jumping as Gokudera's lips ran lightly over them, but curled his one free hand in Gokudera's hair all the same, with something akin to permission. Gokudera shuddered at its weight on his head, and fumbled to open the zipper of his pants.

The feel of Gokudera probing his entrance made Tsuna shriek, body recoiling from the intrusion only to hit the wall, arm and legs still stretched out by the chains binding them. Gokudera grabbed his other hand gently, fingers moving back to push more insistently into him, even as the string of apologies continued, getting ever more desperate.

A tiny sob forced it's way out of Tsuna's throat as Gokudera began stretching him, and he heard the other boy echo him as if the fingers that pushed their way steadily deeper were not his. The measured stretches moved the fingers deeper and deeper inside him, and none of it felt particularly good.

After a few more torturous minutes the fingers left him, the pain dulling to a slow ache. Gokudera pulled Tsuna into lap, holding him close, and Tsuna calmed himself as he felt the boy shake beneath him. He gathered Gokudera into an awkward one-armed hug of acceptance, even as he shuddered to think what would come next.

Tsuna froze in utter fear as he felt the head of Gokudera's cock dip into him, letting out an incoherent choked noise as a bead of precome slid from the tip to rest ticklishly at the edge of his opening. Gokudera whispered a last, "I'm sorry," into his ear before pushing Tsuna forcibly down.

He screamed, lashing out against the overwhelming waves of pain as his walls stretched and tore, not noticing the wince on Gokudera's face as the already tight heat around him clamped down and the continued motion ripped skin from his cock.

With Gokudera buried into the hilt inside him, he finally noticed the boy's tears trickling down his shoulder as he cried for the pain he had to inflict on his boss.

SHORT THINGS - IT'S NOT THE SIZE, IT'S HOW YOU USE THEM

2008-05-30T03:56:00Z

Gokudera wasn't sure how it had ended up like this, how Yamamoto had gotten him to let his guard down enough for something like this to happen. He had just seemed so unusually reliable, now that ten years had passed, but he should have known better than to expect something like that from a baseball idiot.

He struggled against Yamamoto's grip (stronger than his younger self), struggling to see under the tie blinding him. His legs kicked out in random directions, trying to hit and invisible target, but the older man held him down firmly, until curses became desperate whimpers.

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Maybe Gokudera hadn't had the most normal childhood. But he was reasonably sure that babies should not be in to tentacles. Unfortunately, that didn't change the fact that he was currently wrapped in them, kept hostage by the Varia's illusionist, nor did it make the tentacle sliding into his pants disappear.

He gritted his teeth, trying to keep some of his horribly mangled pride (because really, getting raped by a baby, even an Arcobaleno-), but the tentacle wrapping (oh god, this could not be happening) around his cock expertly (where did the practice come from?) forced a moan from him.

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Gokudera huffed, irritated, the splash of pink across his nose spreading to dye his ears a dark red. "L-like hell I'd ever do something like that for you," but there was no real force behind the statement, and Yamamoto grinned as he watched Gokudera tug nervously at his belts.

He kept grinning as Gokudera slowly unbuttoned his shirt, throwing it at him in embarrassed frustration when he finally got it off; he didn’t stop when the other boy shimmied out of his pants, or when he tackled Yamamoto onto the bed. It was only when Gokudera was spread under him, pale skin a lovely compliment to the pink and red of the sheets, that he was finally too caught up to even remember his constant smile.

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Tsuna was more than slightly distrubed at his tutor's sudden desire to sleep with him. Unfortunately, even with all the things Reborn put him through on a daily basis, he still wasn't ready for the maid outfit.

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Ryohei annoyed Hibari more than anyone he had ever met. The boy seemed impossible to intimidate and endlessly cheerful - not to mention gathering members for the boxing club meant he was promoting mingling.

Taking all this in to consideration, Hibari had decided the only logical answer was to bite him to death. Unfortunately, Ryohei was all too receptive of his challenge.

"Your tonfa are so EXTREME," he had shouted, spitting out blood and getting back to his feet with a grin. "Hey, do you want to join the boxing club? I bet you have an EXTREME punch, too!"

Hibari hadn't even dignified that with an answer, letting his tonfa speak for him as they slammed into the idiot's side - of course he wouldn't want to join those herbivores, no matter how 'extreme' his punch might be.

But somehow, through Ryohei's continued persistence, his motives had gotten mixed up, and although he was - quite literally - biting Ryohei to death, Hibari had the feeling that the moans the boy was making beneath him as he mouthed on his neck were significantly different than the ones he had let out as Hibari's tonfa hit him.

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Should I even bother with warnings? I don't, usually.

2008-05-28T06:14:02Z

This is from... a little while ago. Last Friday? Yeah, last Friday. Warnings for being depressing?

Wordcount: 200

Gokudera was angry again. Up in Yamamoto's face like always, only this time Yamamoto was just as infuriated.

He could see his eyes reflected in Gokudera's; they were furious, narrowed like the fucking hitman he was (should have been, and-), "You left! You're the one who fucking left! You betrayed us, you fucking bastard!" Yes, Gokudera was angry.

But Yamamoto had always been patient, and he could wait this storm out too, even if only for a little while. He was already winning; he could see it: the rain glistening on Gokudera's cheeks (and he'd never seen Gokudera cry before, he thought absently), but somehow, for the first time, he felt as if he was losing.

The explosion ended, only a temporary flash of fire as always, and he slammed Gokudera against the wall. "Didn't you always say you could take care of him yourself?" he hissed, his voice wearing Gokudera down like water over age-old stones, "You were there; why didn't you protect him?!"

He waited for the whirlwind of rage, ready to fight, to forget that-

Nothing. Gokudera was gone again. Gone to join Tsuna, loyal for eternity.

Yamamoto breathed hard and wondered when the nightmares would end.

In which there are a lot of wet dreams (Yama, y u gotta be so horny?).

2008-05-28T05:45:13Z

It still feels kinda unfinished. Haha, I should be writing more stuff for the kink meme too, but this happened instead~

(for hanashiki in exchange for doujinshi #8 ♥)

Wordcount: 777

Before Gokudera came to Japan, Yamamoto had never had a wet dream about another boy.

As a hormonal teenager, he was used to them, to imagining soft curves under his body as he touched some random girl he had seen somewhere: around town, in the classroom, on a poster. In his dreams, they would always want him, would beg for him to fuck them with their perfect pink lips parted and their hips writhing on his bedspread. "O-Oh, Takeshi, I love your huge cock! It feels so good inside my wet pussy," and maybe it was cliché, but the only real experience he had was from reading porn passed around in the boy's locker room.

So, a few weeks after Gokudera arrived, it was quite a shock for him to wake up to messy sheets and realize he had just dreamed about his friend bending him over the teacher's desk at school and fucking him. He took the day off sick, not sure he could look Gokudera in the face or even glance at that desk after what he had dreamed of. Hopefully Tsuna wouldn't be too lonely without his failure buddy there to keep him company.

Unfortunately, the next night wasn't any better. This time they were pressed against the wall of one of the school's bathroom stalls, Gokudera whispering, "Shit, hurry up, hurry up," voice filled with impatience and fear of being caught even as his hands worked at Yamamoto's pants. He ended up leaning over the toilet bowl as Gokudera shoved in and out of him, each thrust forcing the seat cover back and forth as he gripped it tightly. Yamamoto woke up to another set of ruined sheets and blushed bright red even with no one there to see him.

There was no way his father would let him skip two days in a row, so Yamamoto was forced out the door and spent the entire day avoiding Gokudera (which was surprisingly easy) and refusing to go to the bathroom (he nearly wet himself before he made it home).

He couldn't fall asleep until early in the morning, and woke up, relieved, to clean sheets. The rest of the week passed normally and he had actually been able to face Gokudera without running away, until Gokudera decided to confront him about how skittish he'd been acting. In the locker room. Without a shirt on. Yamamoto could barely hear a word he said before Gokudera stormed off, furious at being ignored, leaving Yamamoto to jack off in the shower, feeling horribly guilty.

The next morning he woke up to dirty sheets again, and he ended up having to take a cold shower; just thinking about Gokudera puffing insults into his ear as he rode his cock made him hard again.

Luckily it was the weekend, and it wasn't too unreasonable of an excuse to say he had gotten swamped with homework (it wasn't a total lie; he did have a lot) and hole himself up in his room for the day. His brain seemed to get ideas from him laying on the bed all day, though, even if he was doing something as unsexy as homework; he dreamt about Gokudera again, except this time they were in a bed, and Gokudera was under him. They were fucking for the third time (his friends always told him baseball players had great stamina) when Gokudera finally kissed him, tangling long fingers in his hair and pulling him down gently, eyes soft.

Even in a dream his mind recognized it as a lie, as taking too much from something that wasn't really Gokudera, and he jolted awake, ashamed and hard. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, trying to make himself think of something else as he got off, but all he could see was Gokudera under him, chest heaving and cheeks flushed, and he knew he was in too deep.

He cornered Gokudera at school the next day, nervous in front of his hard gaze, but needing to do this anyways. "U-um, well, haha, I, you know, like-" Yamamoto stuttered out, bright red.

Gokudera rolled his eyes and snorted, fed up already, and surprised Yamamoto into silence as he tugged him down by the shirt until he was straddling Gokudera, eyes wide.

"Shut up already, you stupid fucker," but the words had a different inflection than usual, breathed against Yamamoto's lips, the warm puffs of air making them tingle. And then he was kissing Gokudera (or Gokudera was kissing him, but it didn't matter anyways because it felt really nice) and his heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode like Gokudera's dynamite.

Another hidden fic~

2008-05-28T05:15:31Z

MORE PORN OF THE FAIL VARIETY.

Wordcount: 1104

The class bell rang, and was followed by the usual stampede of students making a mad rush for the door and freedom. Yamamoto lagged behind, calling out good-byes to his friends as they passed him; he had to stay after school to practice with the baseball team, so he was in no rush.

He finally gathered up all his books, stuffing them in his bag, and headed for the door, only to find it locked. Yamamoto tried again, before turning around, confused, to face a suddenly empty room.

Empty, that is, except for the lone girl standing in the middle of it.

"Ah! Chrome, hey!" she was part of their mafia game; maybe she could help him find out what was going on. He opened his mouth to ask her, only to find it covered in vines.

The vines wrapped around his legs and arms, spreading to hold his entire body down over a desk as Chrome looked on.

Yamamoto blushed as he was stripped entirely naked, stealing a glance in Chrome's direction only to find she wasn't there any longer. But he didn't have any longer to think about it, as several vines wrapped around his cock, several others moving to play with his cock. He moaned brain shutting off as blood rushed south.

Two slim vines slid down his spine as he was being distracted, only catching his attention when they slid inside him. Strangely, it didn't hurt, and he didn't fight when more vines wrapped around his legs to pull them farther apart. Another vine slipped into him, and then another, but it still wasn't painful, the slow slide in and out of him making a pleasant counterpoint to the vines still wrapped around his cock.

The smallest vine moved up farther, pressing against his prostate, and that made him move, hips bucking at the stimulation. As soon as his hips moved back down, the floodgates opened, vine after vine pressing itself into him, and they were squirming inside him, and somehow being opened wide like that felt amazing. The illusion of being stretched to his breaking point almost too much to handle. He let out a low whine as another tendril wriggled into his opening.

And then suddenly it all disappeared.

The only vines left were those holding his wrists above him; he groaned, left wanting and unable to do anything about it.

Movement to his right caught his attention, and he looked to see Chrome, now completely naked, headed towards to him. He blushed at the sight, cock giving a sympathetic throb, and forced himself to tear his eyes from her naked body. Even with his eyes lowered, he could see the bottom of her legs out of the corner of his eyes, and the amount of skin in his line of vision was steadily growing as she got closer. And then he entirely forgot about averting his eyes; they widened as she moved to sit on top of him, and he flailed, trying to get out her way, "A-ahahaha, C-Chrome, d-don't you need-?" At that, the vines made a re-appearance around his torso, holding him down as she swung a leg over him.

She straddled his waist, the vines parting gracefully where she sat, and he bit back a whimper (of fear or excitement? He couldn't tell) at the feel of the heat radiating from between her thighs. "Protection?" as she leaned forward over him, her lips parted, and the feeling of her wet folds, slick against his stomach, distracted him enough that he didn't notice her continued motion until her face was inches from his, "Don't worry, Yamamoto-san. It's a game."

His eyes, glazing over as midnight fantasies were suddenly revived, snapped to attention again, looking at her, befuddled, before they lit up with relief. "Hahaha, yeah? Is it some new 'mafia' thing?" somehow his voice remained steady, which he was immensely grateful for.

She nodded gravely, leaning farther forward to press a kiss to his forehead, and he blushed a deep red as he suddenly found him face pressed into her (nice, round) breasts.

Yamamoto bit his lip as she moved down to kneel over his cock, and closed his eyes, grounding himself in the feel of the desk under him as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

He shuddered, smile faltering at the feel of the tight warmth slowly surrounding him. Then she paused, his cock half way inside her, frowning thoughtfully. He nearly screamed as he felt her flex around him, the look on her face full of a sort of vague, scientific curiosity, and only the vines still holding his hips down kept him from bucking up into her. The muscles around him contracted a few more times before she looked down at him again, her expression becoming puzzled as he panted under her, obviously more affected than before. "...Why?"

"N-nothing," he smiled up at her, embarrassed, not really sure how to word the answer to her question. But she seemed to be content without one, nodding again and then sinking down farther on his cock. It was almost tortuously slow; he bit his lip, struggling to keep the grin that usually came so easily to him (he had to win, right?), and finally he was balls-deep inside her. The vines lifted him up a bit, allowing him to watch, and he groaned as the movement shifted his cock inside her.

Yamamoto was painfully hard now, but the smile came back easily (albeit a bit sharper than his normal cheerful one) when Chrome began to move, rocking her hips into his again and again. He leaned forward, wanting to kiss her, but was held back by the tendrils around his arms. Instead he watched her, through the white spots of pleasure in his vision, reach down to finger her clit as she rode him. He swallowed a whimper as her walls clamped more tightly around him at the pleasure; her face remained as apathetic as always, the only sign of her arousal faintly flushed cheeks and soft panting breaths.

He felt bad, though, making her do all the work, "H-Hey, haha, do you want some help?" The small shake of her head was clear enough, though, and he was distracted easily enough as a few tendrils slid back inside him. Yamamoto let out a stuttering moan as he release rushed through him, brain overloading with sensation.

Breathing hard, he watched as Chrome continued to move until she came, wetness sliding down his soft cock. He smiled once he had caught his breath, "Hahaha, that was a fun game; could we play again sometime?"

Yeah; this is me, writing more for the kink meme.

2008-05-25T23:00:06Z

OKAY YEAH, IT WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE SO LONG BUT IT JUST CAME OUT AND LOL THAT SOUNDS INAPPORPRIATE I'LL JUST SHUT UP NOW.

Wordcount: 884

The easiest way, Mukuro thought, to tear the Vongola apart, would be to take it down from the inside. He would have to get rid of the guardians first; without them supporting Sawada Tsunayoshi, it would be much easier to take over the boy's body.

Luckily, he just happened to be able to possess Gokudera Hayato's body; he was sure that if he alienated the Storm and Rain Guardians, the self-proclaimed right hand man's temper would go unchecked and practically do his job for him.

And that, he told himself, was the only reason he was lowering himself to this level, even in another person's body.

He had maneuvered Gokudera Hayato's body to straddle the Rain Guardian's, hips only a few inches away from each other and the Storm Guardian's legs dangling off the chair, too short to reach the ground in the position.

Yamamoto Takeshi stared, a look of open confusion on his face. "Gokudera...?" Obviously he wasn't used to this much contact from the other boy.

Being in character wasn't an issue here, though, not with his plans. The possessed body was almost hard already, he could tell, even though it cut him off from all sensations, whether of pleasure or pain; he moved the body's hips forward, grinding down until he felt precome sliding down the boy's erection.

Mukuro let the Rain Guardian lean forward for a kiss, hands coming up to explore his friend's body, and didn't stop it from reacting to the obviously pleasurable touches, rather amused at the wanton moans vibrating out of its mouth. Reaching for the other guardian's pants, he left the rest of the body on autopilot, more interested in getting rid of clothes to rush this to a finish; he still had to help Chrome with her schoolwork.

He felt the Storm Guardian's body jolt as Yamamoto Takeshi, who had somehow managed to get the multitude of belts around his waist undone in record time, shoved his hand inside red boxers to curl around his cock. Mukuro moved off of the Rain Guardian's lap to pull down his pants, moving forward again and grabbing Gokudera Hayato's hard cock to press it between the boy's now exposed ass-cheeks.

A hand wrapped around Gokudera Hayato's wrist and he nearly started, surprised by the motion. He moved to press forward again, but the hand didn't budge. Mukuro looked up, and the other boy's face was grinning, not even the least bit put off by the situation. "Ahahaha, Gokudera, you need lube and stuff." Mukuro wondered vaguely how he knew that, but didn't care enough to ask.

He ripped the trapped arm out of the tight grip around him and pushed the Rain Guardian to the floor. He landed with a soft, "Oof!" and an amused laugh; Mukuro made the body kneel and hold him down, trying to fuck the stubborn boy again.

Yamamoto Takeshi held him back once more, gripping his friend's shoulders gently, "Jeez, Gokudera; haha, there's no rush!" and before he knew it he was looking at the ceiling. Disconcerted by the sudden shift in view and loss of control over the situation, he started back up, only to be held down by a strong hand.

The feel of rope snaking around the body's legs made him panic momentarily, before he realized he wasn't in any real danger; he could easily go back to Chrome's body. "Hahaha, sorry this is all I have, but it'll hurt if you take it too fast!" The Rain Guardian sat him up against a wall, and he looked down to find Gokudera Hayato's feet tied to a baseball bat keeping his legs spread apart. Mukuro had heard that Yamamoto Takeshi had quite a reputation in the baseball world, but he rather thought this was taking it too far.

Distracted as he contemplated the Rain Guardian's strange fetish and unable to feel the pain, he almost missed the slick fingers pressing into the boy's body, pushing in deep and opening the passage wider with small, eager movements. He frowned - this was not how he envisioned things going - before turning his attention to the problem of untying the ropes.

Mukuro thought he had almost found a quick way to do it when the body jolted involuntarily, vision blurring and hiding the knots from his view. Rather irritated, he turned his attention to the guardian now between his friend's legs and slathering lube on his cock. He could figure out the knots in a moment, he decided, and aimed a punch at the grinning face in front of the boy, hoping to derail Yamamoto Takeshi enough to gain back control of the situation.

The Storm Guardian's small fist was caught easily in the others' hand, not even successfully wiping the grin off his immovably cheerful face.

He tugged against the Rain Guardian's grip, but it was quite apparent by now this body was not as strong, and he was easily held in place. Cooing inane words into the body's ear, Yamamoto Takeshi moved, slowly and carefully, into the boy's ass. As he felt Gokudera Hayato's passage being stretched by the large intrusion and saw the baseball player's flushed, blissful face, he finally realized that his plan had failed rather spectacularly.

Well. Perhaps he would have to try a different tactic.

FINE. FINE. I FINISHED, SEE?

2008-05-23T06:43:16Z

LOOK AT MY EXTREME CAPS COMBINED WITH MY SUCKAGE. BUT IT'S DONE ANYWAYS. AND IT HAS ONE OF THE REALLY LAME ENDINGS YOU SEEM TO LIKE, THOUGH I HAVE TO SAY, IT WORKS OUT BETTER IN THIS ONE. ILU, roxiezeke~

Wordcount: ~~EXACTLY 700~~ FUCK I HAD TO ADD A COUPLE WORDS; 709

Ryohei wrinkled his nose, disgusted. "Stop smoking those," he sounded serious for once.

Gokudera's only response was to flick ash onto the car seat next to him and let out another stream of smoke into the already clogged air of the closed car.

Ryohei coughed, "This is gonna keep me from being the most extreme, you know?" He sounded rather dazed out and a lot quieter than normal; Gokudera figured he might be getting high, "You're already taking enough chances tonight."

"So?" it didn't matter; he'd chosen to take this mission. The lawn head could fuck off if he disagreed. No one was asking him to wait in the car.

He didn't hear anything from the front seat for the next ten minutes, and Ryohei didn't move to open any of the windows. Gokudera had just started wondering if the moron had passed out from smoke inhalation when he sat up abruptly, "This is boring TO THE EXTREME."

And he was over the cup holder in the middle of the car in seconds, falling clumsily into Gokudera's lap, body mass knocking the cigarette from his lips and earning him an elbow to the gut. Ryohei ignored it and Gokudera snickered when he coughed again, feeling strangely desperate for a reaction.

Not that he had to wait long; Ryohei was just as impatient as he was. He was devouring Gokudera's mouth a moment later, ignoring the smoky taste, and it wasn't long before Gokudera was getting lost in the slick slide of tongues.

Pushing his hips up against Ryohei made him freeze momentarily before nearly losing it, pressing Gokudera against the back of the seats so hard he couldn't breathe, and if he wasn't high before, he definitely was now with the way he was pawing at Gokudera's shirt.

He pushed it up, somehow managing not to rip it in two, mouth latching onto Gokudera's nipples as soon as they were uncovered. Gokudera jerked as he bit down (usually Gokudera was the only one using teeth), and then moaned as Ryohei's hips ground against his, breath making reverse smoke rings in the clouded air.

His own hips met Ryohei's every movement, desperate for orgasm as he pushed at the solid wall of muscle on top of him, trying to gain some kind of control.

Ineffective though his resistance was, Ryohei moved anyways, licking his way down Gokudera's stomach (and that was kinda gross, really), as he fumbled with the stubborn zipper of his pants.

Gokudera smashed a knee into Ryohei's face, irritated by his continued ignorance, but the idiot just grabbed his leg, pinning it awkwardly to the seat as he pulled Gokudera's boxers down as far as he could. He leaned forward, taking Gokudera into his mouth without hesitation, and Gokudera felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as the idiot sucked him off hard (blow jobs were always EXTREME like this, with Ryohei). Gokudera buried his fingers in his stupid lawn-turf hair, digging nails into his scalp until blood welled up, unable to hold back a whimper as he came quickly in Ryohei's mouth.

Ryohei didn't bother to spit (it was more EXTREME to swallow, too, apparently), dragging his tongue along Gokudera's cock a few more times before stilling, pulling back to rest his face in Gokudera's bony hip.

Warm breath accumulated there as he panted, the gap between each intake and exhale becoming wider and less noticeable as his heart rate slowed. Gokudera frowned, voice still unsteady in the aftereffects of Ryohei's attentions, "Fucking i-idiot, you haven't even come yet."

The sheepish smile he could feel against his hip made him look down, only to find that the moron had proved him wrong again and had somehow gotten off on the smell of cigarette smoke and sex permeating throughout the car alone.

He snorted in disgust, letting his head flop back against the seat, but not saying anything, not now when the feel of Ryohei's arms around his waist and his face cuddled into his hip was rather nice, even in a drugged out car stopped in the middle of nowhere at midnight. Gokudera would have to leave soon, so he might as well soak up the warmth of the sun while he could.

Putting all my suckage into one giant pile of ultimate suckdom.

2008-05-21T02:14:39Z

Yeah, so heed the title and don't look. It all sucks. A lot. The only reason I'm doing this at all is to organize my shit, because otherwise it will bother me for the rest of the week, and I have a lot of homework to get done.

The tentacles wrapped around his waist, arms, and legs were making it impossible to move; he was unable to get away as the first thin tentacle worked its way into his ass. He tried to buck his hips forward and move away from the intrusion, but he was held firmly in place.

Three tentacles slid through his legs, trailing their strange lubricant along the inside of his thighs before moving up to toy with his balls; one of the multiple tentacles around his waist moved down, wrapping around his dick. Gokudera froze as it started to move, twisting and slick, its juice gathering around him and it felt as good as it did horribly wrong.

A moan forced its way out of his throat, and the tentacle painting his lips took the opportunity to slide into his mouth, curling up inside and forcing his mouth too wide to bite down on it.

He managed a choked whimper as the tentacle inside him finally found his prostate, pushing up against it as the tentacle around his cock squeezed tighter. Shame flooded through him at the disappointment he felt the intrusion leave, put it was forgotten as he felt something much larger nudge at his entrance.

His body tensed at the pain of the larger tentacle pushing in; it was as slippery as the others, but he could feel strange bumps covering it, clearly defined as something so large pressed slowly into his tight opening. And then it was wriggling as it forced its way in farther and Gokudera screamed, the sound coming out as a vague high-pitched noise as it was muffled by the tentacle in his mouth. By the time it wriggled his way to his prostate, Gokudera was panting, completely filled and painfully hard now from the creature's attentions.

And then suddenly the tentacle inside him was vibrating, and Gokudera arched even with the tentacles wrapped around him, coming hard. His body shook with release, relief sweeping through him as this finally ended. But, he realized, rather belatedly, only the tentacles around his cock had moved, the rest were still there.

The large tentacle in his ass continued to vibrate, and he could feel himself getting hard again as the vibrations pushed it even farther into him. His eyes widened as he felt smaller tentacles beginning to wriggle their way into his already stretched opening, moving around the large one that had rooted itself firmly in Gokudera as it continuously stimulated his prostate.

Tentacle after tentacle worked its way in, pressing themselves between the large tentacle and the edge of his opening before wriggling their way up his passage. He could feel them moving in one large pulsating mass, stretching him wider and wider until he was sure he would break. His cock was dripping precome now, and he could feel imminent release coiling tight in his stomach for the second time. So when he felt the tentacles still around his waist move him up off the wriggling mass inside him and then slam him back down again, he came so hard his eyes rolled back in his head and he lost consciousness, not noticing as the creature prepared for another round.

Haru screamed; one second she had been holding Lambo, and the next there was a pervert on top of her with a hand up her skirt and touching her panties.

The pervert jumped, his hand pressing harder against her and inspiring a shiver of pleasure that ran up her spine. "Ah sorry, I'm sorry, that's-" he broke off, near tears, and pulled away, turning to run.

Haru grabbed his arm before she was sure what she was doing, letting go and jumping backwards as the pervert stopped and turned back to her with wide eyes. He took in her deep blush and the way she was fiddling with her skirt, and then blushed a dark red as well, "D-did Haru-san like that?"

She stayed silent as he approached her mind whirling because this strange pervert had also protected her and eaten cake with her and well, she loved Tsuna, but this was one of Tsuna's friends and he loved them all too.

"T-That's-" he crouched down next to her, looking terrified, "if Haru-san would allow it..." The hand sliding slowly up her leg demonstrated his point quite clearly, but for some reason she couldn't bring herself to push her away, even when it started traveling up her thigh.

"Hahi!" she jerked and he froze, hand touching the frilly edge of her panties. But when she didn't move away, he pulled them gently to the side. His hand hovered hesitantly over her for a few seconds before the indecisiveness left his face and he touched her.

Fingers pressed into her carefully, gently, and she let out another little 'Hahi!' of surprise and embarrassment.

She wriggled her hips with a discontent frown joining the glowing blush on her face; she could barely feel anything with him being so careful, but he seemed to get the hint and pushed a little further in, hand shaking as he touched her folds.

Haru heard his breath hitch when her back arched at the movement of his fingers inside her.

She bit her lip, desperate not to cry out as he thrust in and out slowly, and lost the battle when his thumb brushed against her clit. Her hips jerked involuntarily, jumping towards the source of the delicious friction, and her fingers scrabbled for purchase as it pushed the pervert's deeper inside her until she could feel his knuckles brushing against her.

"L-like that?" and it seemed as if he was muttering to himself, eyebrows furrowing as he bit his lip in concentration, so she didn't bother answering.

His thumb pressed against her clit more purposefully this time, and her whole body shuddered, waiting for-

There was a puff of smoke and suddenly Lambo fell into her lap, crying. After a disoriented moment, she scooped him up, holding him close and completely forgetting about her impending orgasm as she comforted him.

"It's because you're a stupid woman!" Gokudera rarely regretted anything, but now, tied to the headboard of his bed with Yamamoto touching him, he was starting to rethink his statement. Of course, that didn't stop him from saying it again.

"Hahaha, then how else am I supposed to prove myself to you?"

"S-some other way! It doesn't mean you have to do this sort of shit! Idiot wo-" Yamamoto cut the insult short, catching the sensitive underside of his cock as she stroked him once more, watching attentively as he broke off into a moan.

She smiled at him cheerfully, only letting him go once he was hard, and giggled when Gokudera whimpered at the loss of contact. Gokudera panicked when she began to undo her skirt, shimmying out of it along with her spotted blue panties, and then blushed a deep red, staring at the white polka dots instead of her. The giggle became a full-fledged laugh when she noticed his eyes avoiding her, and she laughed even harder at the relief in his face when she produced a condom. Yamamoto ripped the foil wrapper open with her teeth, and at his questioning look replied, "Shamal gave it to me." He gave an irritated snort and then bit his lip as she rolled it on.

He opened his mouth to ask how she knew how to do this before closing it again. He wasn't sure he really wanted to know.

She clambered into his lap and sat herself slowly down onto him, wincing a bit as his cock stretched her, letting out a small huff of satisfaction when she had taken him in entirely. Gokudera watched, eyes blurring with pleasure at the feel of Yamamoto's wet warmth slowly surrounding him, and he was unable to keep himself from letting out a small whimper when she shifted on his lap, trying to get more comfortable, her muscles moving around him, squeezing and releasing.

She waited a bit, panting, before rocking her hips back and then slamming them down with more force than any girl should rightfully have been able to. He groaned, body bucking under her and head thumping back against the wall. She pulled herself back up a few more times; he could feel the work she was putting into it through the muscles contracting around him and the trembling legs pressed against his own.

And then she stopped. He was buried deep inside her, and he could still feel her stretching around him, and it had to be good; even she couldn't be so cheerful during this otherwise. But she wasn't budging an inch.

"Fuck, fuck, move already-!" he could feel her grin spread against her skin and shivered at the slow feel of it; it was far less annoying when he couldn't see it.

"Hahaha, but you have to ask nicely," and the stupid bitch was refusing to move. She pushed herself back up to look into his eyes.

He growled, pride fighting to keep him quiet. "Move," and it was nicer than before but there was no way he would ever say please.

"No, no," she said, insufferable grin still hanging from her face even as she panted the words out, "my name, you have to use my name." He could feel her body shaking against his legs and he gritted his teeth, determined to outlast her.

Another giggle escaped the girl and he brought one knee up, slamming it into her back only to blush at the feel of her breasts squished against his chest when she fell forwards, embarrassment managing to rise even though he was already inside her.

Gokudera growled again, stubbornly ignoring the blush painted across his face, fed up with this moronic girl who could never take anything seriously. He gained what little leverage he could with his hands tied and moved under him, but every wiggle only tortured him more. A shudder ran through him as he realized what he had to do.

"S-shit, Yamamoto," he closed his eyes in submission as need got the better of him, voice oddly composed, "move." She blinked at him in surprise, even though she was the fucking idiot who asked for this anyways, before her face lit up with a grin.

She fell forward, hugging him tight. "Hahaha," her annoying laugh was back, but he didn't have much time to contemplate it; he sucked in his breath as she gave a happy little wriggle of her hips, "I knew you could do it!"

He opened his mouth to retort, but was cut off as Yamamoto carelessly smashed their mouths together in a kiss and started moving again.

Why do I have, like, 600 rape fics?

2008-05-20T02:14:10Z

SO MUCH FAIL, and 60!59/80; Yamamoto doesn't know Gokudera's being possessed. T.T

Wordcount: 1338

"Shut up," and it sounded like Gokudera, but there saw something off about him somehow, and Yamamoto couldn't remember ever feeling uncomfortable around the other boy before.

He stumbled, off balance, as Gokudera shoved at his chest, pushing him to the floor, before sitting on his haunches, watching Yamamoto wince and rub his head where he had hit it. He pushed himself up against the wall, a laugh already on his lips as he looked up and froze. Gokudera was smiling at him. Gokudera was smiling at him, but it was all wrong. Gokudera never smiled at him; he smiled at Tsuna, but that was a different kind of smile. His instincts screamed danger at him, and he found himself unable to move; half of him wanted to run, but the other half remembered that he was faced with a friend, not an enemy.

The smile dropped off Gokudera's face and he relaxed marginally, only to tense up again as Gokudera leaned in, placing one hand on his thigh (and that was way too close to something else; an involuntary thrill ran through him) and the other on the floor by his side. He didn't move as Gokudera's face got steadily closer, not stopping until his lips brushed Yamamoto's. Yamamoto made a surprised noise, hands finally heeding his instincts and coming up to push Gokudera away roughly. He sat limply where Yamamoto had pushed him, refusing to look up, and Yamamoto's heart throbbed.

"G-Gokudera, that's, I, haha-" he fumbled for words, unsure what to say for once, and cut himself off as he watched Gokudera stand. He shifted as Gokudera moved closer, intending to get up, but was stopped when Gokudera plopped into his lap without hesitation. His face fell forward and Yamamoto could feel his breath on his neck as hips covered in layers of studded belts inched forward to grind against his own.

The question he had been intending to ask came out as a breathy moan. His cheeks lit up, an embarrassed grin crossing his face. "Hahaha, Gokudera, um-"

He was cut off once more as Gokudera ground their hips together again, making him gasp. "Yamamoto Takeshi; you like me, am I right?" The question really wasn't much of one; Yamamoto could hear the certainty in Gokudera's voice and wondered when his friend had gotten so forward.

"Hm? Of course I like you, what are you talking about, Gokudera?" accompanied by a clueless smile it should have thrown Gokudera off track or at least irritated him, but he didn't seem to be even the least bit affected today. He didn't even frown, just sighed as he leaned down to kiss Yamamoto again, this time pinning his arms along the way.

Yamamoto fumbled, kissing back clumsily after he got over the initial shock, and wriggled his hips in an attempt to repeat the earlier friction, hormones winning over instinct. He felt Gokudera smirk into the kiss, grinding his hips down into Yamamoto's until he saw stars. It wasn't until Gokudera let up again that Yamamoto realized he was shirtless, and his hands were tied behind his back.

He squirmed under Gokudera, panic rushing through him, inadvertently making himself harder as he rubbed against the other boy. He stopped, panting, as Gokudera's mouth descended on his nipples, distracting him from any protests as Gokudera began undressing himself.

Finally, Gokudera was naked, and Yamamoto stared, blood rushing south even as the uneasy feeling grew as Gokudera started on his pants.

He didn't protest as his boxers followed his pants, still rather stunned and confused at the whole situation. His eyes widened as Gokudera's mouth descended on his cock, taking Yamamoto all the way in with seemingly no gag reflex at all. He moaned and bucked his hips into the warm wetness, unable to stop himself as his body reacted automatically to the stimulation.

Yamamoto looked down at Gokudera, laying on his stomach and sucking him off as his hand tugged at his own cock, bringing himself to hardness. He bit his lip to hold back the strangled whimper that threatened to come out at the pure want inspired in his stomach by the sight. He wished vaguely in a few seconds of coherent thinking that he could make Gokudera feel as good as he was right now, and made a small sound of protest, trying to drag the boy closer with his legs.

Gokudera sat up, lips leaving his dick with a pop, and moved closer, the uncanny smile back on his face. "Oh? You want more?" and the inflection of his voice was strange, too, but Yamamoto ignored it, eagerness overtaking his actions.

"No, no, I want-" he hadn't expected his voice to be this breathless, but it didn't really matter and he shoved his lips against Gokudera's clumsily, ignoring the warning bells ringing in his head as he moved closer to the other boy.

Gokudera moved forward willingly, arranging Yamamoto's legs around him and moving to press chest to chest against him. The contact of bare skin thrilled Yamamoto; he pulled away from Gokudera's lips to mouth kisses down the line of his throat, laughing into his skin.

He felt Gokudera move his legs up and squirmed a bit at the uncomfortable position and the growing sense of dread he had the closer Gokudera got to him. It wasn't until he felt the head of Gokudera's cock press between his ass cheeks that he began paying attention. He froze, heart beating fast. He opened his mouth to protest, choking on his words as the pain slammed over him.

Gokudera shoved inside him, the force of the thrust pushing him up against the wall, the hands still tied behind his back pressing against it at an awkward angle until it felt as if his arms would break. He screamed in pain as he felt his walls rip; his chest heaved with sobs at the feel of his own blood acting as lubricant when Gokudera pulled out and thrust back in without hesitation, the movements causing the new wounds to sting.

The boy pulled his legs up higher, ignoring how they kicked desperately, and pushed Yamamoto completely onto the floor, slamming his head into the wall with the first thrust in the new position. He dropped one of Yamamoto's legs, leaning over him and grabbing his still-hard cock as he pressed his smirk to Yamamoto's lips in a macabre parody of a kiss.

He fisted Yamamoto as he continued fucking him, and Yamamoto watched himself get hard, precome leaking from the head of his cock as Gokudera's fingers stroked it with the expertise gained from jacking off at night, in the bathroom, whenever, wherever, unable to feel the pleasure through the waves of pain that had spread throughout his body, making him numb to everything but the feel of Gokudera thrusting roughly into him.

Yamamoto watched with a sort of morbid, detached fascination as he came, making a mess of Gokudera's hand and his own stomach. His body tightened, and a shiver of pleasure managed to cut through the pain as he finished, only for him to feel the pain spike anew as he involuntarily clamped down on the cock inside of him. Gokudera thrust into him a few more times until he was unable to hold back any longer, filling Yamamoto with warm wetness and letting out a satisfied laugh that set Yamamoto's teeth on edge as it combined with the sting of Gokudera's come in his wounds and the humiliating feel of it dripping out of him as Gokudera pulled out.

Gokudera leaned over him for a few seconds, eyes holding a strange calculating expression, smirking as if at a job well done. And then suddenly he collapsed limply onto Yamamoto; the feeling of wrongness he'd had throughout his entire interaction with Gokudera suddenly gone, as if someone had flipped the off switch.

And he wondered why he no longer felt scared of the boy laying unconscious on his stomach, after what he had just done.

No porn + retardation = happiness (somehow)

2008-05-18T00:07:17Z

There is actually no porn; something must be wrong. Except not and I don't care either way because I'm still super-excited about my hair. LOLFAIL.

Wordcount: 470

The first time Yamamoto had tried to use one of his pick-up lines (the ones his baseball team mates had taught him could never fail), Gokudera had punched him in the face.

"Baby, you're so hot-" was as far as he'd gotten before Gokudera put a preemptive stop to it.

Since then, Gokudera had had to suffer through a multitude of horrible pick-up lines.

He tried to ignore them at first, to just walk past Yamamoto as he leaned on the nearest wall in a pathetic attempt at suaveness and said things like, "You're so beautiful that you give the sun a reason to shine" or "What time do you get off? Can I watch?"

Of course, it didn't last long. He'd never been one to ignore irritations, preferring to deal with them immediately. So when Yamamoto told him, "That shirt's very becoming on you. If I were on you, I'd be coming too," he vowed to never wear the shirt again (he'd burn it when he got home) and the next morning Yamamoto earned an elbow to his nose when he tried to sling an arm around Gokudera's shoulders.

When Yamamoto tried, "Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?" Gokudera made sure to frown for the rest of the day, even though the Tenth seemed rather jumpy and probably needed reassurance from his right hand man.

And, "My dick just died. Would you mind if I buried it in your ass?" simply got him a traditional swift kick to the groin.

He somehow managed to keep from maiming or killing the moron by telling himself each time that it would make the Tenth upset. So he restricted himself to bruising Yamamoto anywhere that could be covered by a shirt or pants. The baseball moron should have been in too much pain to even walk after dropping all those horrible lines, but he was too goddamn stubborn to give up. The idiot was persistent, Gokudera would give him that.

But when Yamamoto told him, "First, I'd like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then, I'll move up to your belly button," Gokudera finally snapped. He whirled, furious, and brought his knee up sharply into Yamamoto's gut.

"You stupid idiot," he seethed, "I'm not a fucking girl!"

"Hm? H-Ha ha ha, Gokudera what are you talking about? Of course you aren't!" Gokudera noted the breathless quality of his voice, satisfied with the way he winced and hunched over his stomach in obvious pain.

"Then why did you just-" Gokudera cut off there, because obviously Yamamoto had some sort of barrier of retardation that kept him from being even remotely intelligible. Instead he rolled his eyes and snorted, fed up, tugging Yamamoto towards him with his shirt and kissing him hard to shut him up.

Why can I only write porn now?

2008-05-17T01:47:45Z

O-okay, it's kinda random, but I'm done. For hanashiki~ ♥

Wordcount: 564

Gokudera shifted, a look of vague discomfort on his face, and Yamamoto watched as he pressed a finger into himself. His breath caught and the bottom of his stomach dropped out, desire slamming into him as he watched his own come trail down the inside of a white thigh. The tiny stream got thicker as Gokudera probed deeper, and he bit his lip hard to keep from just tackling the other boy and fucking him again as it split of into two smaller rivulets, continuing their journey down Gokudera's leg. Gokudera squirmed a bit as he pushed in even deeper, back arching down as the charming furrow between his brows became more pronounced, and finally he couldn't take it any more, grabbing Gokudera's hips firmly and pulling them back towards him, ignoring the half-hearted protests.

He pressed a kiss into Gokudera's shoulder, laughing softly when Gokudera grumbled (Fucking sentimental baseball idiots.), and pulled his back flush to his chest, reaching around to fist the Italian as he marched a line of kisses across his shoulder and started down his arm. Gokudera could probably feel his cock, already throbbing and up for a second round, pressing into his back, but he only made a few tired discontented sounds when Yamamoto pushed him forward again to lean over the arm of the couch. He did snarl when his head bumped the floor lightly, but he stopped digging his fingernails into Yamamoto when he apologized (Hahaha, sorry, sorry, are you okay?), and only kicked Yamamoto once when he hooked his leg over the back of the couch.

Yamamoto held his hips down, breath coming fast now at the sight of Gokudera opened up for him. Without hesitation he lined his cock up, the swollen head pressing against Gokudera's stretched opening, and shoved into the blissful heat, feeling muscles contract around him and pull him in deeper even as Gokudera let out a grunt of pain. Yamamoto whispered out another apology (It's okay, right? Sorry, does it still ache from earlier?), before rocking his hips back and driving into Gokudera once more, shuddering at the feel of him around his cock and murmuring breathless compliments into the boy's leg that Gokudera would probably kill him for later (A-Ah, you're so tight, Gokudera; you're amazing--).

Gokudera gasped at each slam against his prostate, and Yamamoto could feel his cock dripping precome onto the couch when he reached around to jerk him off again. He pressed more of his weight onto Gokudera's hips, holding him down as he thrust harder, watching Gokudera's legs spasm involuntarily each time he hit the boy's prostate. He tugged at Gokudera's cock, wanting to feel him clench desperately around him before he came, and angled his thrusts deeper until he heard the fabric of the couch rip as Gokudera's fingernails scrabbled for purchase. It didn't take much longer for Gokudera to moan, body going rigid under him as he came; the feel of Gokudera's walls clamping down on him pushed Yamamoto over the edge as well, and release rushed through him, along with satisfaction at the feel of his own come surrounding the cock still buried deep within Gokudera and filling the other boy so completely.

He pulled out, panting but content, and let a grin spread across his face as he watched another trail of come squeeze it's way out of Gokudera's ass.

My first xxxholic fic; it sucks hard.

2008-05-14T06:26:49Z

roxiezeke:
DOUMEKI/WATANUKI? DOMESTIC VIOLENCE. BOTH WAYS
YOU KNOW THEY ARE MADE FOR IT
loving domestic violence
though
lol

Doumeki was used to a certain level of abuse from his friend, both unintentional and not (he never really payed a lot of attention to where his arms were going when he flailed them around, and even with his scrawny frame it still kind of hurt), but he certainly hadn't expected it to get worse the closer they got. He had a rather impressive collection of bruises in nearly every place possible (thankfully, they were easy to cover up; Watanuki would end up making it worse if he found out).

It wasn't a problem until this last Thursday during one of Watanuki's routine rants about the glory of the 'adorable Himawari~ ♥', when he had turned sharply to reprimand Doumeki for staring too long. His hand smacked into Doumeki's side, hitting one of the more painful bruises, and suddenly white took over his vision, eating in from the borders.

He leaned into the wall to ground himself, and something in his face must have worried Himawari, because she stopped and asked if he felt sick.

"...No," Doumeki still felt a bit dizzy, but not enough to worry about. And he could always sit down for a while later if he still felt weird.

Watanuki cornered him during lunch (Himawari was busy again), poking him in the chest with his usual vehemence.

"Hey, you, what's going on? You made Himawari worried, earlier!" Doumeki moved back a bit, both to avoid being hit as the other boy's arms cut through the air erratically and to keep his eardrums from shattering.

It wasn't really an important question if Watanuki didn't care. "Sorry," and that should do it; Watanuki would sit down and let him enjoy his lunch.

But it wasn't enough apparently, not this time, and Watanuki near tackled him, grabbing at his shirt (Doumeki hadn't realized he actually payed attention when he hit him any more, but apparently he did). He grabbed Watanuki's wrists to stop him, but those long bony legs were digging into him painfully and would probably end up dong much worse damage. Self preservation kicked in and he grabbed for Watanuki's legs instead, leaving Watanuki free to pull his shirt up.

Watanuki jerked back in surprise, eyes narrowing behind glasses when he saw the bruises littered across Doumeki's chest. "Oi, what's all this?" and Doumeki realized he probably wouldn't get the chance to eat his lunch at all once Watanuki started in on him. He shrugged noncommittally, gazing forlornly at the food the other boy had made for him.

Somehow Watanuki growled at that (he made the strangest noises), shaking him by the hold he still had on Doumeki's shirt (he'd probably have to iron it tonight; it was getting really wrinkled) and started up another rant.

Doumeki waited for him to calm down before finally replying, "You hit hard." Watanuki looked utterly confused for the rest of the day.

~~

From then on, Watanuki made a point of punching him twice as many times to make up for the new awareness for his surroundings he seemed to have gained overnight.

One day I will figure out how my brain comes up with this shit.

2008-05-14T01:09:36Z

This is some random Yamamoto/Gokudera porn for the wonderful hanashiki, and in response to all those fanfics where Yamamoto somehow knows exactly what to do the first time he fucks Gokudera~

Wordcount: 471

For once Yamamoto wasn't wearing his customary grin; the vague frown, a mix between discomfort and uncertainty, looked out of place on his face. He pushed his fingers farther into himself, a shiver running down his spine at the strange feeling of slick fingers sliding tentatively in and out.

His brow furrowed in concentration as he sped up slowly, hand moving faster until his fingers slammed clumsily against his prostate. The lotion he'd borrowed from his mom's room fell off the bed as his hips snapped up in response to the sudden stimulation. He paused for a minute, panting, as a triumphant grin spread across his face. Like that, he thought, satisfied; he wanted it to feel good for Gokudera, after all.

But first he'd have to take care of his own problem; he was hard already and had his fingers all the way up his ass; it was a little too late to stop now (besides, more practice was always a good thing, right?).

Yamamoto licked his lips and spread his legs wider, fingers probing deep inside of himself for the spot that had made him feel so good before. He found it quickly enough (he'd always been a fast learner, once he got a feel for things), and rubbed hard, hips pressing desperately into his fingers as his entire body thrummed with pleasure.

With a choked whimper, Yamamoto managed to stop again, nearly falling off the bed as he grabbed for the lotion, twisting the top off with shaking hands. He wanted more now, more thrust, more width (and his cock would be bigger, shoving in and out of Gokudera, so he should try this, too), more everything. He coated his fingers again, pressing them back into himself before pushing a third finger past the ring of muscle, moving slowly as his walls adjusted to the larger intrusion.

It didn't take long for him to start moving faster, fingers hitting his prostate with more force now. He turned, burrowing his face in his pillow and biting down hard, and hoped his parents wouldn't hear his muffled moans and come up to investigate. His cock was leaking precome now (he'd have to clean the sheets himself), and Yamamoto brought his other hand up to jerk himself off as he continued fucking himself, arm shaking with exhaustion.

He came quickly like that, not able to hold out long against the torrent of pleasure, and collapsed limply on to his bed as release rushed through him. His body felt heavy and content, and his breath evened out as sleep overtook him; he barely managed to push the lotion under his pillow for future use (and Gokudera would look so amazing, writhing under him as he felt what Yamamoto just had) before he succumbed to it entirely, his smile firmly back in place.

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME TODAY.

2008-05-11T03:34:39Z

ATTENTION:
#1 - THIS IS NOT MY FAULT. BLAME roxiezeke. (AND LOOK HOW LONG IT IS; THAT'S ALL YOUR FAULT TOO.)
#2 - ...OKAY, THIS IS MY FAULT. SOB.

Wordcount: 1283 + 548 = 1831

The moment he had heard the wail of the gate's hinges as they closed, he knew he had made a mistake. But the memory of living as a ghost for so long propelled him forward, all the way into the castle's torture chambers. Father said he was useless now, coupling his statements with crippling blows and cold eyes; his disappearance had made the truth behind the rumors about his birth painfully obvious to their famiglia's allies. And he began to forget everything he had fought so hard to learn (the fireworks were gray and white again, no more explosions of color), because it didn't matter, not if father wasn't satisfied.

He stayed until he had almost forgotten what the sun looked like (they'd never left him in there this long for misbehaving as a child), before his father decided he could become useful after all.

Gokudera was sure he couldn't be worth much, but apparently the son of a rich man could sell no matter how tainted his blood was. And he knew better than to disobey, now (it didn't matter how fast he ran, the sin was too deep to ever escape), so he started forward obligingly as he felt the harsh tug on his collar. He closed his eyes, relaxing his body as he let the men shove him on to the platform, opening them again only when prodded. He half-listened to someone he couldn't see read out his starting price, ignoring the cacophony of voices calling out numbers around him.

The mallet came down a final time, and he looked up instinctively as he was shoved into a wall of flesh, body going rigid in surprise at what he saw.

"Lawn head?" and then, "-the fuck are you doing here?!"

He hadn't expected to see any of the Vongola again, not since Tenth had finally gotten his way and abandoned the mafia and he'd gone home to Italy. He choked on the questions forcing themselves involuntarily out of his mouth (he had forgotten he even had the capacity to ask them), his collar digging into his neck, irritating the raised welts there as Ryohei pulled the rope behind him, for once uncharacteristically silent. Gokudera stumbled along behind him, body bumping limply into nearly every obstacle they walked by; he hit the door frame with a painful thump as Ryohei walked in to the back entrance of a nondescript building. Ryohei grabbed his arm, pulling him roughly up two flights of stairs before shoving open the door to room 173. He tugged Gokudera clumsily in after him, sending the Italian sprawling across the floor. Then he turned to Gokudera, panting hard, and looking annoyingly energized.

"That was EXTREMELY creepy TO THE LIMIT," he declared, before finally noticing the state Gokudera was in and nearly falling over himself in an effort to heal the man faster. It took twice as long as it should have with Ryohei panicking, but eventually he extinguished his dying will flame, and Gokudera was able to sit up, his body healed for the first time in months.

His clothing was still in tatters (Gokudera almost laughed at the thought; of course Ryohei couldn't heal that), hanging awkwardly on his underfed frame, and it bound the boxing moron's mouth shut again. He leaned over to Gokudera, frowning as he tugged on the rags before moving back again to punch him in the face.

Taken by surprise, Gokudera didn't even try to dodge; the punch broke his nose as the force slammed his head back into the bedpost behind him (he wondered vaguely how it could hurt after what he had just been healed from).

"OCTOPUS HEAD! How could you so something so TOTALLY UN-EXTREME?!" Gokudera winced at the noise; he had almost forgotten how loud Ryohei could be. But the ringing in his eardrums brought back a spark of defiance; there was no way he would let an idiot like this see him so weak. He held his nose, keeping the blood out of his mouth and felt the irritation mount with an old familiarity.

"It's none of your goddamn business, you fucker!" but the collar still around his neck wasn't made to facilitate talking, and his tirade ended there, cut short as he coughed and gasped for breath. Ryohei eyed him and let out a grunt of satisfaction.

"I told you cigarettes were bad for you," and he looked so goddamn smug that Gokudera could almost remember why he used to get angry so easily.

"Shut up, that's not the problem," he snarled back, only to be completely ignored as the lawn head continued:

"You have to take good care of your body, so you can live life TO THE LIMIT!"

"I can take care of myself," Gokudera grumbled, and swallowed painfully, throat still sore. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so much; too many surprises in the last few minutes and he was exhausted from relieving so much emotion.

"No. You can't. Even Kyoko worried for you, you know?" and then suddenly he was crashing into the wall of flesh again as Ryohei grabbed him by the arm and pulled him close, nearly crushing him with his retarded strength.

His started when a hand slipped in to his pants as he was pushed down, Ryohei's weight nearly crushing him. He froze in shock at the first touch, before he relaxed, accepting. He'd been expecting something like this to happen, anyways; father had said to be prepared (it was the only reason anyone would buy someone so dirty).

But Ryohei was panting hot and heavy in his ear, and his warm weight was strangely comforting. He grabbed Gokudera's cock too hard at first, but eased up at the small discomfited sound he made.

Gokudera's eyes widened, his body arching off the bed into the hand now stroking him. He could feel the calluses and scars from years of boxing, adding friction as Ryohei fisted him, hand moving steadily up and down. Then his thumb caught the sensitive underside of his cock, and his vision blurred with pleasure; he was barely able to see Ryohei's sudden smirk at the moan he was unable to suppress.

"See?" Ryohei smirked, his voice much quieter now as he panted out the words, "you can't even take care of this."

Gokudera narrowed his eyes, furious for a reason he could no longer name, and rose to meet the challenge. He groped at Ryohei's pants, the buttons uncooperative in his shaking fingers.

Ryohei jerked him faster, making it considerably more difficult, but finally the idiot's pants were out of the way, and Gokudera shoved his hand past the waistband of his (pink, really, why would he wear something so girly) boxers, wrapping his fingers around Ryohei's already half-hard cock and smearing the precome leaking from the head. His breath caught as Ryohei moaned, deep and gravelly, into his ear, his hand squeezing Gokudera a bit too hard.

The pressure built up and they moved faster, panting and red-faced and desperate to finish; Gokudera came first, nearly blacking out with the stress on his body after being healed. Ryohei brought his hand down to take care of himself, a triumphant grin at outlasting Gokudera glowing on his face even as he made a mess of his pants.

Gokudera closed his eyes and felt the weight move off of him. He didn't bother to open them even as he felt Ryohei pick him up and toss him gently on to the bed before leaving to the bathroom to clean himself off. There wasn't any need to open them; for once he could see the sun even with his eyes closed.

It seemed impossible after all he had lived through, but really, all it took was a stray bullet during a fight, and suddenly their friend was dead. Red spilled across the pavement; his heart turned traitor as it pumped blood out of his body. Chrome and Gokudera froze; Chrome's face still a placid mask, Gokudera obviously stunned. The bullets mowed the mist guardian down next; she died instantly, no time for Mukuro to save her again. Her blood sprayed across Gokudera's face and he seemed to wake up, the sound of explosions echoing violently in the alleyway. Not that Yamamoto had been able to pay much attention to it, his vision tinting red as he dispatched as many men as possible, forgetting to use the blunt side of his sword in the surge of emotions.

When it was done, even Tsuna's body was nearly unrecognizable, charred and cut and bruised under the rage of his guardians. Ryohei had been the only one with enough courage to approach it, picking up the small corpse, ignoring the bloodstains soaking into his shirt, too busy wondering what he would tell his sister. Even Hibari had stayed with them until they reached Tsuna's house, before returning to wander Namimori's halls, scowl more pronounced than usual. Somewhere along the way, someone had lifted Chrome's body on to Yamamoto's back (or maybe he had done it himself, he couldn't remember).

The rest of the night was a blur, and he remembered wondering vaguely if he had gone blind again, before repeatedly bruising his head on a wall until his father was forced to pull him away at the realization that he had lost something far more important.

Gokudera had left shortly after, not even bothering to say goodbye; gone home, the kid said, to Italy.

Yamamoto hadn't heard from him since then, and he was too listless to put much effort into contacting him; he had enough trouble keeping himself from bumping in to walls, and he had long since quit baseball. Later (he couldn't tell how much later, he didn't know any more) Shamal had written him a letter. Gokudera had been tracking down the men who killed Tsuna, but he hadn't made it. Fallen off a cliff, defiant until the end. He vaguely remembered the letter saying something about it being quick and painless, but he knew better than to expect his friend would make it easy for himself. He saw it, sometimes, when he was sleeping, saw Gokudera, bloodied and struggling at the bottom of the cliff, dragging himself over sharp rocks, desperate to take out just one more target. He wouldn't have made it but halfway to the water's edge, of course, even Gokudera's stubbornness had limits, but it certainly wouldn't have stopped him from trying.

He knew this wasn't what either of them would have wanted (though Gokudera would have denied it vehemently), but he had never been as strong as either of them. And there was some kind of poetic justice, dying where he should have the first time, if he was destined to be this useless. But there wasn't a Tsuna to save him this time, or a Gokudera to challenge him to live, and there wouldn't be, ever again.

He stepped off the roof once more.

Yeah, this sucks a lot and is not edited. Please someone shoot me.

2008-05-09T06:04:39Z

For roxiezeke because I felt like I had to write something for her.

Gokudera was the first person Yamamoto had ever met that he just couldn't get along with. He didn't understand; he'd never had this problem with anyone else before. He'd never met someone so eager to antagonize him, so entirely opposed to being his friend. And so he started to hate him. Yamamoto knew he shouldn't; Gokudera was Tsuna's friend (Tsuna, who had saved his life) and Tsuna was always unhappy when they fought, but something in Gokudera's voice, in his face, made him want to scream back, to get just as angry as Gokudera seemed to be.

He stayed by Gokudera's side anyways, since it was easiest that way, at it seemed to make Tsuna happy when they were together. So when he heard about some Namimori high students getting into a fight, he figured he ought to at least go make sure his classmate was okay. But when he got there, his heart almost stopped; Gokudera was lying on the ground (because he hadn't been fast enough), riddled with needles and staining the pavement with blood.

Yamamoto was angry then, more angry than he'd been since his mother died years ago, and he wanted to hurt someone so badly it was painful. He couldn't understand it, feeling this way for somone he disliked, but he'd never been one to think too hard about things, and even then, there wasn't any time to think when he had to protect Tsuna.

So he didn't realize it, not until after the strange Kokuyo boy left, and he touched Gokudera's shoulder. It was still warm, but he swore he could feel the boy's heartbeat slowing down under his fingers, and it felt like his own was stopping again. That was when he finally started wondering if he really found Gokudera so unbearable after all.

SO MUCH ULTIMATE FAIL.

2008-05-07T00:33:26Z

SOB.

Try #1:

"YOU'RE A SICK FREAK!"

"HAHAHA come on, come on~"

"NO."

"It might be fun~"

"LIKE HELL I'M FUCKING YOU WITH MY DYNAMITE, YOU PERVERT!"

-OMAKE-ISH THING-

"Hahaha~ geez, I've never seen you get hard so fast!"

"SHUT UP."

Try #2:

"You're a sick freak!"

"Hahaha come on, come on~"

"NO."

"It might be fun!"

"Like hell I'm fucking you with my dynamite, you pervert!"

Yamamoto leaned over, ignoring the continued protests, hand flashing under Gokudera's shirt to grab a random stick of dynamite, kissing him in the same motion to keep him quiet. He smiled against Gokudera's lips, amused by the muffled curses he kept shouting even with Yamamoto's mouth on his.

He pushed the dynamite discretely under the pillow, grabbing the lube there instead as Gokudera decided to ignore his stupidity in favor of pulling him down for a 'real kiss'. Yamamoto let the other boy to lead the kiss while they fumbled with each other's pants, finding it more important to get Gokudera naked.

And then the pants were gone; he ran a hand up Gokudera's shirt, brushing callused thumbs over sensitive nipples until Gokudera made a tiny noise into his mouth. He moved back, running his hand down Gokudera's body to wrap it around his cock (he liked the feel of it, hot and heavy in his palm).

Yamamoto twisted the cap off the bottle, slicking his fingers with lube before pushing them into his tight entrance one at a time. He spread himself wide, scissoring his fingers to open himself further. Gokudera whimpered, oblivious to the boy's actions, his eyes screwing shut as Yamamoto kept him distracted with the hand on his cock, dropping kisses over his face as he stroked slowly. Soon enough Yamamoto had three fingers inside himself, stretching him as they moved in and out. Once he felt he was prepared, he reached under the pillow to grab the dynamite, releasing Gokudera as he lined it up at his entrance.

Before Gokudera could protest again, he pushed the stick of dynamite into himself in one smooth motion, feeling the rough (he'd never realized how sharp they were before, but the sting made it even better) edges of the cylinder scrapping against his walls as Gokudera watched with wide eyes. Yamamoto pulled the stick out and thrust it back in with a pleased moan, watching the Italian bite his lip to force back a needy whimper.

"Hmm~ you still won't help?" Yamamoto asked, eyebrows raising harmlessly as he fought to keep his cool with the sensations running through his body. He watched Gokudera's pupils dilate and heard the tiny hitch in his breath, unable to stop the grin that spread across his face as he reached out slowly for the other boy.

Gokudera didn't move back, but Yamamoto nearly fell over himself all the same, catching himself on one arm as he leaned forward to capture pale pink lips. The hand supporting him on the bed inched towards Gokudera's cock again, intent clear, and Yamamoto swallowed the other boy's sigh as their tongues curled around each other. He moved closer, accidentally biting Gokudera's lip as he tried to stifle a whimper at the feel of the dynamite moving in him. Gokudera broke off the kiss, irritated by the foreplay, but Yamamoto never liked giving up that easily (Gokudera always yelled at him for being too persistent), and pressed his lips softly against the corner of that tempting mouth before moving down to nip at his collarbone.

"Gokudera, Gokudera," he whispered against the boy's neck, "it's your dynamite, don't you want to use it? I bet you could use it better." Gokudera bristled at the implied challenge (it was so cute when he was irritated), face twisting into a sneer even as he dragged himself to his knees, pushing Yamamoto down and leaning over him.

Slim fingers skimmed lightly along Yamamoto's leg, brushing against the inside of his thigh and lingering torturously before curling around the dynamite stick. Yamamoto let out a soft groan at the feel of it moving slowly out of him, before breaking off into a breathless laugh, hips bucking and eyes wide as Gokudera shoved the dynamite back into him hard, slamming it against his prostate. His legs spasmed with each thrust, and his hand was shaking as he reached up, trailing it down Gokudera's body to ground himself before wrapping it around the other boy's cock again. He ran his thumb over the sensitive underside of the head, feeling a jolt of pleasure shoot down his body to join the coiling heat in his stomach as Gokudera bit his shoulder sharply enough to draw blood, muffling the pleasured (and adorable, Yamamoto privately thought; Gokudera would hit him if he said it out loud) noises he was making.

Yamamoto was painfully hard by now, and when Gokudera brought his other hand up to stroke him (he hadn't even noticed it move), smearing the precome leaking from the red, engorged head of his cock, it only took a few jerks for the combined sensations to overwhelm him. He shook as release rushed through him, moving his hand faster until Gokudera finished as well, come splattering over Yamamoto's stomach.

Gokudera's chest heaved as he panted, still leaning over Yamamoto. His arms shook with the effort of holding himself up, finally collapsing a few seconds later, and Yamamoto winced a bit at the wet squelch their come made between them when the Italian slumped onto his chest. He shifted Gokudera a bit to get more comfortable, letting out a huff of laughter as he felt the dynamite move between his legs again, and felt Gokudera wrinkle his nose against his shoulder in response, obviously choosing to ignore this 'breach of conduct' in favor of sleep.

Incomplete, probably, maybe.

2008-05-01T21:41:36Z

This is really fucked up. Maybe it happens after Tsuna dies? Or I guess it could just be jealousy kink. Kinda like that one awesome fic from the first kink meme. Except shittier.

ETA: For roxiezeke because she wants it, I guess. ♥

Wordcount: 354

He wanted to ruin that innocence, twist Yamamoto's neck until he could see the bruises blossoming, tainting the smooth skin.

He felt the adam's apple bobbing beneath his fingers as Yamamoto struggled to breathe, still smiling in benedictine, and nearly shuddered, unbelievably hard from such an inconsequential thing. Yamamoto let out a little, choked gasp as Gokudera released his neck to drag Yamamoto's wrists up above his head and lock them together with one hand.

He ghosted his lips over Yamamoto's, just barely touching, before grabbing his bottom lip between sharp teeth and biting down hard, his lips following to press against the other boy's and muffle his pained yelp. He tasted the blood seeping from the cut and nearly snapped, desperate for the taste, the smell of it; he dug his nails into Yamamoto's ribcage, puncturing the skin there, and then pulled away, moving down Yamamoto's body to lap at the blood running down the side of his body. He moaned at the sensation of the coppery liquid in his mouth, gripping Yamamoto's wrists tighter as a thrill ran though him and trailing a series of rough bites and soft kisses down to the hem of Yamamoto's pants.

Gokudera frowned at the obstacle, rocking his hips upwards to straddle the other boy's stomach instead of his hips and moaning at the friction the movement supplied. He twisted Yamamoto's nipple between his teeth, nearly biting clean through as he started on his pants.

"Gokudera," Yamamoto breathed out, gasping as he arched in to Gokudera's rough mouth. And that was pity on his face; Gokudera snarled.

Yamamoto's pants were down to his knees by now, and Gokudera grabbed the hem of his boxers, pulling those down as well as he scooted back down onto the other boy's legs. He pulled Yamamoto's arms down with him, holding a wrist in each hand as he continued his journey down Yamamoto's legs. Yamamoto shot him a questioning look that was promptly ignored as Gokudera leaned down, watching the baseball freak's eyes widen as he took him completely into his mouth (there wasn't anything wrong with him, there wasn't).

It told you it sucks. So much. And where the fuck did the end come from? It's not even coherent.

2008-04-29T04:09:00Z

For roxiezeke, with fail. Just because.

Wordcount: 275

Gokudera didn't like this future; he had no control here at all. He'd never been fond of surprises, either (in his experience they tended to be unpleasant; that first horrible batch of his sister's cookies was a prime example), and the unprecedented amount of them he'd been given since they got to this time period was starting to get to him (wearing him down quickly, actually, though he wouldn't admit it).

Nothing was familiar any more. The Tenth was constantly upset, the girls' pale faces resembled ghosts as they floated about the base, Lambo and I-pin were unexpectedly solemn, and even Yamamoto's ever-present smile had been tainted by something heavier. And seeing Ryohei's (entirely unexpected, even after everything else) serious attitude as he appeared at the door holding a severely beaten Chrome nearly pushed him over the edge.

"This isn't how it's supposed to be," he wanted to shout at them, "It wasn't ever supposed to end up like this!" He could feel the words bubbling in his stomach (and it almost made him sick, as if he had eaten his sister's cooking), churning with the acid there, and he wondered if he should excuse himself to the nearest bathroom before they came out.

But somewhere around the lawn head's easy admittance of his time spent with the Varia and after his proud declaration of their message ("I've forgotten it to the extreme!"; the fucking idiot, and why did he feel so relieved), he realized that this was the steady ground he’d been desperate to rest on. The sun can control the strength of a storm, after all; Gokudera held on with all his might.

Why is it AU and where did the random necrophilia come from?

2008-04-27T20:52:38Z

SOB I AM SCARRED FOR LIFE.

Wordcount: 237

At eight, Hayato ran away. He'd been away on a business trip, and hadn't heard anything of it until he got back, and by then he was weeks too late. Shamal had followed him (he'd always been too loyal to the boy's mother), leaving only a note that explained what had happened.

He didn't see the boy (his son) again until years later, and once more he was too late. Bullet to the head, Shamal'd said, and it's all your fault, all your fault-

He looked at the body they'd brought back, dressed in unfamiliar clothes, paler than it had any right to be (half that blood was his mother's, after all), and smoothed back an errant piece of hair. A absent, remembered motion from when Hayato was a child, except the face was almost a stranger's, a rift created by the passage of time lost. But now, now the curve of his cheek and the line of his throat resembled someone else long gone.

(And this is maybe how he'd always thought she looked at the bottom of that cliff-)

He wondered vaguely if this was punishment for his sins (maybe this was hell already; if not he'd be there soon enough if Shamal found out), as he leaned over and placed his lips over the identical petal pink ones (really, he looked just like his mother), set cold as stone in that slim teenage face.

More ultra-fail.

2008-04-27T04:53:42Z

OKAY. THERE ARE TWO MORE; BE DISTURBED.

Wordcount: 470 + 445 = 915

Gokudera slumped against the wall, tired from blood loss, watching Yamamoto tend to his wounds with only the hydrogen peroxide and yards of bandages they'd been able to find in Yamamoto's bathroom.

The open cuts stung as Yamamoto cleaned them, but he was too exhausted to even complain (much) for once. There was a period of silence as the other boy worked with the bandages, wrapping up the wounds he had cleaned before placing the bandages on the bench next to Gokudera. Yamamoto leaned over, gently pressing his lips right above one of Gokudera's open wounds in a light kiss. The skin there jumped a bit at the sensation, and Gokudera let out a soft sigh.

"-the fuck are you doing, dumbass," he mumbled, not really caring much for an answer; the baseball freak's idiocy was unexplainable, anyways. Yamamoto just hummed in answer, and Gokudera would have kicked him if the wall weren't so pleasantly cool against his back, because it was a ridiculously irritating sound (as irritating as everything else about him).

Yamamoto shifted, disappearing from immediate view, and Gokudera closed his eyes tiredly, not even bothering to open them when he felt himself being shifted, a little, off the bench, and into Yamamoto's lap.

He shoved his elbow solidly into the baseball idiot's ribs (satisfied by the breathless grunt it forced out of Yamamoto as it connected), and scrunched up his face a bit in clear annoyance as he felt the first finger intrude. It was more uncomfortable than usual, but Gokudera figured that might have something to do with the condition his body was in (why was the idiot so insistent on doing this right now, anyways?).

The second finger was considerably more painful, and Gokudera made sure to let him know.

"Ow- owowow, you fucking idiot!" eyes shooting wide open, Gokudera squirmed, before yelping as he tumbled off Yamamoto's lap, clutching at the other boy's arm in an unsuccessful attempt to steady himself. Yamamoto made a small noise of surprise too, as Gokudera's momentum jerked him around to straddle Gokudera, the bottle of peroxide still in his hand sloshing and spilling over the side at the sudden movement.

As Yamamoto burst out laughing (his default reaction to any unexpected situation), Gokudera's attention was caught by the bottle. He looked at it a moment, nearly visible, dark clouds of anger gathering over his head.

"...Is that what you were just using?" he asked, voice deceptively calm. Yamamoto calmed down enough to nod in response, still obviously amused by their situation.

A second later, he was busy nursing a new bruise on his cheek while trying to keep any more hydrogen peroxide from dripping into his eyes (Gokudera hoped it stung like a bitch) as Gokudera gathered his clothes and stormed out of the room, exhaustion completely forgotten.

Yamamoto had always loved baseball a little more than was healthy for a boy his age. He loved the smell of the mitts, the cheers of the crowd, the school spirit at every game (even Hibari would show up and ignore all the mingling), the sound his bat made when the ball hit it's sweet spot, and especially the teamwork necessary in a game like baseball.

But there were some things about baseball that he knew were better enjoyed alone.

~~

Yamamoto sank down on the bat, biting back a desperate moan as the knob pressed slowly into him; the handle followed it in, and he could feel the rubber grip wrapped around it clearly defined inside him. The lotion he'd stretched himself with earlier made it easier (and less painful); he was glad they'd had some lying around the house from the last time the girls were over. He gripped the bat harder, pushing himself down faster (he was still an impatient teenage boy, after all), cock throbbing at the feel of the polished wood sliding deeper into him. The tip of his cock was leaking precome now, and he took one of his hands away from the bat to smear it around, stroking himself slowly.

He couldn't stop the whimper that forced its way out, legs spasming as the bat hit his sweet spot. And then he was half-standing, holding the tip of the bat against the ground, hands shaking as he dropped back down again clumsily, gravity lending him extra momentum. Yamamoto let out a yell as the knob slammed against his prostate harder than he had intended. He paused a moment to let the sensation wash over him and curl, hot and leaden, in his stomach, before pulling himself up and down the bat again, movements becoming more frantic with every thrust. The hand on his cock moved more quickly, now; he jerked himself harder as he fucked himself on the bat, desperately trying to keep moving when he was so overwhelmed with pleasure.

The bat hit his prostate one last time as he ran a thumb over the red, engorged head of his cock, and then he was coming, harder than he ever had before, release rushing through him. Panting from the exertion, he fell onto his back, legs splayed and knees up. He waited, basking in the afterglow, for his heart beat to slow before reaching down to pull the bat out of him, shuddering as the rubber grip sent soft aftershocks through his body as it slid out of him.

He pulled his bat close with a content sigh, sure he would have a good game tomorrow.

Sorry it sucks and is so short, my brain is totally fried. And it still doesn't feel finished.

2008-04-26T02:00:17Z

For lewdness with hugs because she is sad. D=

Contrary to popular opinion, Gokudera wasn't entirely oblivious to Yamamoto's attraction to him. It wasn't as if Yamamoto was any good at being subtle, anyways, and the baseball freak could only come up with so many excuses for being caught staring before they started repeating (not that he hadn't noticed long before they eventually did, but-).

He was afraid, sometimes, because he didn't want things to change now that life was so steady and comfortable, but he couldn't resist the thrill that shook his body every time Yamamoto's eyes traveled slowly up it. The rest of the time, though, he wished Yamamoto would just shove him against a wall and kiss him (like hell he was initiating; it was the bastard's fault this was happening in the first place) so they could get it over with. But the baseball idiot always seemed worried Gokudera would break if he touched him (like he would crumble to pieces and blow away or some other equally annoying Yamamoto-esque conclusion).

So they were stuck in some strange kind of stale-mate, with Gokudera waiting (as if he would be able to understand Yamamoto's idiotic train of thought) for the next move.