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[Nov 1] [Katekyo Hitman Reborn!] Unshed Tears
Title: Unshed Tears
Day/Theme: Nov 1 / tears cannot be forgotten as long as there is song
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character/Pairing: TYL!8059(Yamamoto/Gokudera)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Probably slight AU! But meh, idk. My first Reborn writing, be gentle. Aaaand it probably should have been called - Porn for the sake of porn.
He hated the fact that the tenth died.
Even more, he hated the fact he couldn't protect the tenth from dying.
And more importantly, he hated the fact that a year later, he was standing before the tenth's grave, holding back tears... tears that he knew the tenth wouldn't want to see.
He nearly jumped as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He looked toward the source, eyes instantly hardening at the sight of his current companion, Yamamoto.
He felt himself bristle instinctively at the sight and smell of the other man. It was more of habit than anything else. For a long time he hated disliked Yamamoto... never truly hating the other man, just held this dislike for him... but as they grew together in the mafia... they grew more accustomed to each other... and when the tenth died... they began to seek each other more often. Gokudera swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat as his eyes searched Yamamoto's, Yamamoto gave him a grin... which of course caused Gokudera to grow sour and turn away from the grave, casting it one sad glance before walking toward the sleek black car.
The both of them got in, Yamamoto in the driver's seat while Gokudera lit up a cigarette, rolling the window down lightly and looked up at the cloudy sky. They didn't speak. Neither said a word even when Yamamoto parked the car and they both got out and walked behind a vacant apartment building close to Namimori and opened a door to the base...
As they walked down the corridor in silence, their shoulders brushed and for some reason Gokudera found comfort in it. The steady feeling of Yamamoto walking beside him helped him breath a little more smoothly. Once they both reached their doors they paused. Oddly enough, the two of their rooms at the base were right beside each other... the tenth's room had been directly across from theirs, of course. Gokudera glanced at his name place... his hand resting on the knob.
When he heard Yamamoto open his own door, he paused and felt his heart lurch for some unknown reason.
“Gokudera.”
He blinked, broken from a small trance he didn't even realize he was in and glanced at Yamamoto, who held his door open, barely inside of his own room. Those warm brown eyes spoke volumes and offered the comfort that Gokudera so needed.
The same comfort Gokudera had taken a year ago, the same day.
He shuddered... he shouldn't be so weak to fall into this again... and yet, he found himself letting go of his door knob, taking those small steps toward the other room... passing Yamamoto as he walked inside. The smell of the other man hung heavy in the room. Earthy smells with a distinct cologne scent that Gokudera was sure he bought for the other. His green eyes flickered to Yamamoto, piercing into the other's eyes.
They didn't say anything... after all, nothing needed to be said. Just like that time last year.
Their lips met with a feverish passion, parting instantly and Yamamoto's tongue found Gokudera's and pleaded it to dance with his own. Of course Gokudera allowed the wet appendage to engage in a duel with his own. His left arm wrapped around Yamamoto's shoulder and cupped the back of his head, pressing the other closer... the feeling in the pit of his stomach tightened at the sound of Yamamoto's groan. His right hand gripped the other's tie, yanking on it playfully.
He felt Yamamoto chuckle against his lips and he let go of the tie, slowly taking it off. Yamamoto pulled away lightly, helping Gokudera undress as well. The two of them quickly shed out of their clothing and fell on the bed together.
Their first time had been a year ago... it had been messy and painful. A quick fuck without thinking. It was unprepared and completely spontaneous.
This...
This was definitely more planned... and things were already starting to play out differently. They both sat before each other naked, their eyes wide and pupils dilated as they stared at each other... it wasn't until Yamamoto finally reached for Gokudera, pulling the smaller man in his arms did Gokudera notice how different this time truly was. Yamamoto's hands gently brushed up and down his sides, rubbing it lovingly as he kissed the pale neck exposed to him. Gokudera panted lightly as that hand traveled lower, that tongue grew hotter and more demanding. He nearly screamed when that hand met his cock, fingers wrapping around it gingerly... lovingly... as Yamamoto began stroking him gently... the slow pace of the strokes were driving him crazy... Yamamoto's hand started at his base, moving it up and down in place before slowly making his way up to the tip. When he got to the head of his arousal, his fingers danced across it... rubbing and spreading the pre-cum and gently rubbing the foreskin.
Gokudera's head lolled to the side and tipped back. It fell against Yamamoto's shoulder as he hips began responding to Yamamoto's jerks.
Yamamoto felt his mouth run dry as Gokudera's thrusts were just as slow as he stokes... creating a flame inside of his stomach as he watched the other man shudder in ecstasy. He felt his wrist flick faster, speeding up the strokes, watching those pale hips match his strokes until Gokudera slapped the hand away and lunged at him, lips crashing against each other again. Yamamoto pulled away for a moment to reach for his nightstand... pulling out a small foil square and a small vial. Gokudera pulled away, cocking a brow at the two objects... after all, their first time had been painful and clumsy... Yamamoto wanted to do it right his time.
He flipped the lid open to the lubrication, pushing Gokudera down on his hands and knees as he got behind the other man, gazing at the pale cheeks before him. He kneaded them gently before prying them open gently. Gokudera shuddered as he felt a slick finger run over his opening... no penetration, just a slow, steady swirling sensation that was beginning to drive him crazy. He groaned lightly as the pressure began to build, steadily the finger began to enter him. Yamamoto paused with one finger in his friend's bottom, he tested the waters and gently curled his finger. Gokudera frowned... the feeling was weird... not pleasurable. But he was sure he'd get to the pleasure aspect.... if only Yamamoto would hurry it up!
In and out, in and out... the finger continued to make that course and Gokudera felt his patience slipping with each thrust. He was about to turn around and bite at Yamamoto when another finger made it's appearance. It burned, but only slightly... nothing like the first time. He arched his back as those fingers moved gently in circles, rubbing at him and stretching him... and then they sunk deeper.
Gokudera's eyes widened as a finger tip brushed... something... and he moaned. Yamamoto took pause at this new development and then searched for the spot again, finding it quickly and began to tease it relentlessly. Gokudera's mouth fell open and moans spilled from his lips. One moment Yamamoto wasn't going fast enough, and then the other man was causing such pleasures to curl inside of him. He thrashed lightly, hips moving in time to Yamamoto's hand. His cock flopped against his belly, straining for something to touch it.
He nearly lost it when Yamamoto inserted a third finger and grabbed his bobbing cock with his free hand. Yamamoto licked his lips as he watched Gokudera thrash against him in pleasure. He shuddered as his eyes snapped back to his own dirty work. Watching his fingers disappear inside of Gokudera was completely erotic... He gulped lightly as he pulled his fingers out, slowly lubing up his own arousal, still stroking Gokudera's. He nearly jumped when he saw Gokudera glance over his shoulder at him with pleading green eyes... those eyes were mixed with defiance, lust, and a bit of sadness. Yamamoto's lips pressed together as he slowly began to insert his length, feeling little resistance against his thrusts.
Gokudera hissed as Yamamoto finally pushed himself completely inside. They stayed like that for a moment. The burning sensation eased and Gokudera then began to feel awkward... his eyes glanced around Yamamoto's room, hoping to distract himself when the movement begun, unfortunately for him, the thing his eyes settled for was the mirror above a drawer. Gokudera stared at his own reflection first then drifted up. Yamamoto began to move and Gokudera muffled a small squeak as he watched Yamamoto move in the mirror. The way the man's hands grabbed his hips to steady himself, the rhythmic breathing... and then the hip movement... rotating slowly as he pressed deeper... grinding. And then pulling out slowly, leaving his cock head in teasingly and then pressing back in deeply. Gokudera moaned, face flushed even as he watched himself in the mirror.
Then his eyes noticed Yamamoto's face... the look of concentration was there, but so was something else... something deeper. Those warm brown eyes were blazing with a deep emotion... and it struck Gokudera to his cord. He gasped as Yamamoto's thrusts grew more demanding, his jerks more fervent. He knew that Yamamoto was close...that he was close. He moaned, throwing his head back lightly. He gasped as Yamamoto's eyes flickered to the mirror, widening as their eyes caught in the reflection.
Gokudera felt a chill run down his spine and the thrusts slowed and grew more intimate as their eyes connected through the mirror. Long, languid thrusts, fingers kneading his hips as the black haired man ground lovingly into Gokudera's bottom. Gokudera couldn't hold back... he came.
–
Yamamoto watched Gokudera lit a cigarette. He wanted to touch the man before him but he was afraid he'd disappear if he did. He shifted in bed, catching Gokudera's attention. Their eyes met and Yamamoto grinned lightly.
Of course that caused Gokudera to roll his eyes and look away. Yamamoto sobered at the response and sighed. They normally didn't say anything after this happens. After all, what could they say? It wasn't like they loved each other... they merely sought out comfort in each other during this time of year. Yamamoto finally knew what he was going to say.
“You can cry on me, if you want.”
And Gokudera hit him... to make up for the tears he couldn't spill.
(THE END)
Day/Theme: Nov 1 / tears cannot be forgotten as long as there is song
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Character/Pairing: TYL!8059(Yamamoto/Gokudera)
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Probably slight AU! But meh, idk. My first Reborn writing, be gentle. Aaaand it probably should have been called - Porn for the sake of porn.
He hated the fact that the tenth died.
Even more, he hated the fact he couldn't protect the tenth from dying.
And more importantly, he hated the fact that a year later, he was standing before the tenth's grave, holding back tears... tears that he knew the tenth wouldn't want to see.
He nearly jumped as a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. He looked toward the source, eyes instantly hardening at the sight of his current companion, Yamamoto.
He felt himself bristle instinctively at the sight and smell of the other man. It was more of habit than anything else. For a long time he hated disliked Yamamoto... never truly hating the other man, just held this dislike for him... but as they grew together in the mafia... they grew more accustomed to each other... and when the tenth died... they began to seek each other more often. Gokudera swallowed the lump that had been forming in his throat as his eyes searched Yamamoto's, Yamamoto gave him a grin... which of course caused Gokudera to grow sour and turn away from the grave, casting it one sad glance before walking toward the sleek black car.
The both of them got in, Yamamoto in the driver's seat while Gokudera lit up a cigarette, rolling the window down lightly and looked up at the cloudy sky. They didn't speak. Neither said a word even when Yamamoto parked the car and they both got out and walked behind a vacant apartment building close to Namimori and opened a door to the base...
As they walked down the corridor in silence, their shoulders brushed and for some reason Gokudera found comfort in it. The steady feeling of Yamamoto walking beside him helped him breath a little more smoothly. Once they both reached their doors they paused. Oddly enough, the two of their rooms at the base were right beside each other... the tenth's room had been directly across from theirs, of course. Gokudera glanced at his name place... his hand resting on the knob.
When he heard Yamamoto open his own door, he paused and felt his heart lurch for some unknown reason.
“Gokudera.”
He blinked, broken from a small trance he didn't even realize he was in and glanced at Yamamoto, who held his door open, barely inside of his own room. Those warm brown eyes spoke volumes and offered the comfort that Gokudera so needed.
The same comfort Gokudera had taken a year ago, the same day.
He shuddered... he shouldn't be so weak to fall into this again... and yet, he found himself letting go of his door knob, taking those small steps toward the other room... passing Yamamoto as he walked inside. The smell of the other man hung heavy in the room. Earthy smells with a distinct cologne scent that Gokudera was sure he bought for the other. His green eyes flickered to Yamamoto, piercing into the other's eyes.
They didn't say anything... after all, nothing needed to be said. Just like that time last year.
Their lips met with a feverish passion, parting instantly and Yamamoto's tongue found Gokudera's and pleaded it to dance with his own. Of course Gokudera allowed the wet appendage to engage in a duel with his own. His left arm wrapped around Yamamoto's shoulder and cupped the back of his head, pressing the other closer... the feeling in the pit of his stomach tightened at the sound of Yamamoto's groan. His right hand gripped the other's tie, yanking on it playfully.
He felt Yamamoto chuckle against his lips and he let go of the tie, slowly taking it off. Yamamoto pulled away lightly, helping Gokudera undress as well. The two of them quickly shed out of their clothing and fell on the bed together.
Their first time had been a year ago... it had been messy and painful. A quick fuck without thinking. It was unprepared and completely spontaneous.
This...
This was definitely more planned... and things were already starting to play out differently. They both sat before each other naked, their eyes wide and pupils dilated as they stared at each other... it wasn't until Yamamoto finally reached for Gokudera, pulling the smaller man in his arms did Gokudera notice how different this time truly was. Yamamoto's hands gently brushed up and down his sides, rubbing it lovingly as he kissed the pale neck exposed to him. Gokudera panted lightly as that hand traveled lower, that tongue grew hotter and more demanding. He nearly screamed when that hand met his cock, fingers wrapping around it gingerly... lovingly... as Yamamoto began stroking him gently... the slow pace of the strokes were driving him crazy... Yamamoto's hand started at his base, moving it up and down in place before slowly making his way up to the tip. When he got to the head of his arousal, his fingers danced across it... rubbing and spreading the pre-cum and gently rubbing the foreskin.
Gokudera's head lolled to the side and tipped back. It fell against Yamamoto's shoulder as he hips began responding to Yamamoto's jerks.
Yamamoto felt his mouth run dry as Gokudera's thrusts were just as slow as he stokes... creating a flame inside of his stomach as he watched the other man shudder in ecstasy. He felt his wrist flick faster, speeding up the strokes, watching those pale hips match his strokes until Gokudera slapped the hand away and lunged at him, lips crashing against each other again. Yamamoto pulled away for a moment to reach for his nightstand... pulling out a small foil square and a small vial. Gokudera pulled away, cocking a brow at the two objects... after all, their first time had been painful and clumsy... Yamamoto wanted to do it right his time.
He flipped the lid open to the lubrication, pushing Gokudera down on his hands and knees as he got behind the other man, gazing at the pale cheeks before him. He kneaded them gently before prying them open gently. Gokudera shuddered as he felt a slick finger run over his opening... no penetration, just a slow, steady swirling sensation that was beginning to drive him crazy. He groaned lightly as the pressure began to build, steadily the finger began to enter him. Yamamoto paused with one finger in his friend's bottom, he tested the waters and gently curled his finger. Gokudera frowned... the feeling was weird... not pleasurable. But he was sure he'd get to the pleasure aspect.... if only Yamamoto would hurry it up!
In and out, in and out... the finger continued to make that course and Gokudera felt his patience slipping with each thrust. He was about to turn around and bite at Yamamoto when another finger made it's appearance. It burned, but only slightly... nothing like the first time. He arched his back as those fingers moved gently in circles, rubbing at him and stretching him... and then they sunk deeper.
Gokudera's eyes widened as a finger tip brushed... something... and he moaned. Yamamoto took pause at this new development and then searched for the spot again, finding it quickly and began to tease it relentlessly. Gokudera's mouth fell open and moans spilled from his lips. One moment Yamamoto wasn't going fast enough, and then the other man was causing such pleasures to curl inside of him. He thrashed lightly, hips moving in time to Yamamoto's hand. His cock flopped against his belly, straining for something to touch it.
He nearly lost it when Yamamoto inserted a third finger and grabbed his bobbing cock with his free hand. Yamamoto licked his lips as he watched Gokudera thrash against him in pleasure. He shuddered as his eyes snapped back to his own dirty work. Watching his fingers disappear inside of Gokudera was completely erotic... He gulped lightly as he pulled his fingers out, slowly lubing up his own arousal, still stroking Gokudera's. He nearly jumped when he saw Gokudera glance over his shoulder at him with pleading green eyes... those eyes were mixed with defiance, lust, and a bit of sadness. Yamamoto's lips pressed together as he slowly began to insert his length, feeling little resistance against his thrusts.
Gokudera hissed as Yamamoto finally pushed himself completely inside. They stayed like that for a moment. The burning sensation eased and Gokudera then began to feel awkward... his eyes glanced around Yamamoto's room, hoping to distract himself when the movement begun, unfortunately for him, the thing his eyes settled for was the mirror above a drawer. Gokudera stared at his own reflection first then drifted up. Yamamoto began to move and Gokudera muffled a small squeak as he watched Yamamoto move in the mirror. The way the man's hands grabbed his hips to steady himself, the rhythmic breathing... and then the hip movement... rotating slowly as he pressed deeper... grinding. And then pulling out slowly, leaving his cock head in teasingly and then pressing back in deeply. Gokudera moaned, face flushed even as he watched himself in the mirror.
Then his eyes noticed Yamamoto's face... the look of concentration was there, but so was something else... something deeper. Those warm brown eyes were blazing with a deep emotion... and it struck Gokudera to his cord. He gasped as Yamamoto's thrusts grew more demanding, his jerks more fervent. He knew that Yamamoto was close...that he was close. He moaned, throwing his head back lightly. He gasped as Yamamoto's eyes flickered to the mirror, widening as their eyes caught in the reflection.
Gokudera felt a chill run down his spine and the thrusts slowed and grew more intimate as their eyes connected through the mirror. Long, languid thrusts, fingers kneading his hips as the black haired man ground lovingly into Gokudera's bottom. Gokudera couldn't hold back... he came.
–
Yamamoto watched Gokudera lit a cigarette. He wanted to touch the man before him but he was afraid he'd disappear if he did. He shifted in bed, catching Gokudera's attention. Their eyes met and Yamamoto grinned lightly.
Of course that caused Gokudera to roll his eyes and look away. Yamamoto sobered at the response and sighed. They normally didn't say anything after this happens. After all, what could they say? It wasn't like they loved each other... they merely sought out comfort in each other during this time of year. Yamamoto finally knew what he was going to say.
“You can cry on me, if you want.”
And Gokudera hit him... to make up for the tears he couldn't spill.
(THE END)