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Friday, November 28, 2014

A Hayato Gokudera Lemon -- In Bocca al Lupo

 Character: Hayato Gokudera

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: The title means, “Into the wolf’s mouth” and is apparently a common expression in Italian.  Thought it fit with Hayato. 


There is not much one can do when they are stuck in the middle of nowhere, with no way of getting help.  There is definitely nothing to be done when the man in question is too proud to even try to get help, because it would "undermine my integrity, you dumb woman".  So [Name] just sits back, leaning against the whitish-gray walls of their (very) dingy motel room and trying to keep her eyes away from anything that would make her feel more depressed than she already feels.  (The stained bed sheets, the suspicious mouse-like droppings near the window, and Hayato Gokudera himself.)
He is extremely angry.  His eyes gleam with that fury, his entire body screams it.  He is a ticking bomb waiting for the final countdown.  That is why [Name] decides that it might be better to remain silent.  Or at least she tries to remain silent.  She really does.  But sometimes, Gokudera asks for it.
He's scowling when he mutters, "This is fucking great.  I get stuck with you on a mission in fucking Europe and this shit happens.  Figures all your bad luck would stick to me." 
'This shit' references the awful day they'd had, in which they'd stumbled rather stupidly into a trap (they were too busy arguing with each other to notice it), and just barely escaped because of Hayato's unending supply of bombs.  [Name] rather thinks that said escape had been a very lucky thing, but then it makes sense that Hayato would associate her with bad luck.  Her nickname is 'Karma' because her entire life had been one huge mistake after another, and that had been how she'd ended up in the mafia in the first place.  She considers herself very lucky, though, to have been accepted into the Vongola.  They have undoubtedly become family to her, whatever Hayato says.
Regardless, their mission in Europe is an important one.  That's why Tsuna decided to send his right hand man.  That's also why he decided to send her.  Despite her complicated relationship with Hayato, they do get along fairly well together.  It also helps that she's very good at languages and is used to traveling in foreign cities.  They've been on their mission for about two weeks so far, and it has taken them all over Europe.  Now they are in a small Mediterranean town in a cheap room without hot water or sufficient bedding, because they can't afford anything else.  (Or rather they could afford it, but they lost their money that afternoon in all the confusion and Hayato is too stubborn to call Tsuna and admit that he did something so stupid.)  Regardless, they are stuck, and Hayato is angry, and [Name] is annoyed and hungry.
Her stomach rumbles softly and she winces, because it makes Hayato glance at her with his incredulously upset face, as if he can't believe she'd have the gall to let her stomach growl in front of him.  He pauses briefly in his overly obsessed pacing to grumble, "Are you hungry already?  Che.  How is that even possible?"  Because [Name] tends to eat a lot, a lot more than would be considered normal for a twenty-something year old woman.  And it often annoys everyone because she is still so skinny and petit.  Hayato's just annoyed because they used more than a quarter of their money on food before they lost it, which is frankly ridiculous.
[Name] merely sniffs and crosses her arms, looking imperious and regal even in her anger.  She brushes a piece of invisible lint off of her shoulder and says, "Of course I'm hungry.  We haven't eaten since 7:00 this morning, Hayato."  And she drags out his first name because she knows he hates other people using it.  (Besides, of course, his beloved Tsuna.)
"Don't call me that," he immediately snaps, as predicted.  [Name] turns her eyes to him and watches him start pacing again.  She's got a dry expression on her face and it's making him even angrier, but he won't look her at for anything.  It certainly hasn't escaped him, their own circumstances.  The fact that they are in a cramped, tiny little room together, completely alone but for the bed that seems to loom up into existence.  The fact that he's being a complete moron, even thinking about stuff like that, while all she can think about is food. 
But can he help it?  He's been cursed with an odd attraction to her for as long as he can remember.  Even at the beginning, when they first met, Hayato had noticed it.  Then, it had been a dull simpering flame that barely tickled over him.  That flame has since billowed through him, ripping him to shreds and hasn't let him catch his breath even once.  That is why he is so upset about being stuck with her.  That is also why he hasn't stopped pacing the floor restlessly.  He will have no rest tonight, of that he is sure.
[Name] is altogether unaware of his predicament, though she isn't completely blind to his struggles.  She has her own to deal with, after all, that center around the sight of Hayato's jeans, that hug his legs and hips; the way she'd like to peel off all that jewelry and feel his skin, bare to the touch; and the angry gleam of his eye makes her hungry with other desires.  She has always thought him handsome, and yet also very out of reach.  So [Name] watches, studies, but doesn't act upon her thoughts.  The rejection that would surely come of doing something so foolish would shatter her.
"Humph," Hayato grumbles, roughly spinning around with an angry sneer.  His eyes land on her and he points at her and says, "Tsuna doesn't hear a word of this, clear?  When he calls, you tell him that everything is fine."  Because Tsuna will call: he does so every night to check for updates, because the mission is important to the Vongola. 
[Name] raises her eyebrows at his words, and slowly drawls, "Hayato…we have no money and you're short on ammunition after our great escape today.  I think we should tell Tsuna -- "
"No fucking way!" he interrupts with a short but lethal glare.  At his response, [Name] sighs and leans back on the bed.  The movement makes her skirt ride up to her mid-thigh, and though she doesn't appear to notice, Hayato does.  His eyes flicker over the skin, then his gaze slips over the rest of her legs, which splay out rather lavishly against the sheets.  She is still wearing her stockings and black heels from earlier.  They'd had to go into a classier part of town and had dressed the part because they didn't want to stick out.  But now Hayato is regretting making her put on those heels.  Because all he wants to do is crawl between those legs of hers and kiss over the leather of that shoe, the slender edge of her ankle, and up and up until that skirt no longer barricades the sight of her.
He is a tiny bit flushed when he jerks back into the present, just in time to hear [Name] mutter something about him being an irritating idiot with no common sense (complete with curses and un-ladylike phrases).  The words at least put some semblance of reality back to the air, though it doesn't help him all that much because then he is watching [Name] raise her arms up and stretch -- and he has never known a simple stretch to be so erotic and sexy in all his life.
Does she mean to make this hard for him?  Is she even aware of the arousal that spikes his gaze and turns it sharp and jagged?  But it doesn't matter, and Hayato can't waste time trying to figure out what she's thinking.  Because her skirt is riding up even more, and the curves of her breasts are accentuated and pushed into the air, and Hayato would suddenly very much like to lean down and suck that breast.  Suck on it all the way through every layer of her clothing, and make her feel it as poignantly as if she were to be bare beneath him.  And the thought of her bare opens up a whole new level of desire, and he swallows thickly and turns away from her. 
The heat of arousal surges through him and settles between his legs.  There is a slight bulge that is just barely noticeable, but it makes Hayato utterly mortified.  He takes a breath but it does him no good, especially when [Name] wonders a confused-but-somehow-ridiculously-sexy, "…Hayato?"  And God, it's the last straw.  He really doesn't have much control over his emotions and she is unwittingly finding every single chink in his armor.  So he steals his shoulders and doesn't look back at her, otherwise all his willpower will crumble.  Instead, Hayato just mutters, "Cigarette…I need a cigarette…"  And then he swiftly walks to the balcony doors and disappears.
Except he doesn't disappear, exactly.  The balcony is tiny: barely big enough to stand up on.  It is surprising that their dingy hotel even has this little addition, when it doesn't have other basic necessities.  A (cold) shower would do him some good right about now, but since they don't have access to such amenities, Hayato merely settles for his cigarettes. 
He flicks out his lighter and soon he is being dragged into the calm scent of nicotine.  It doesn't really help him all that much though.  With every inhale, his mind flashes back to the sight of [Name]'s legs, her form lifting up off the mattress.  With every exhale, he is met with fresh desires, new things he'd like to do with her.  He goes through three cigarettes before he realizes that smoking is not what he needs.  What he needs is to find some quiet place to fix his problem without [Name] realizing that he's got one to begin with. 
It's easier said than done, as always.  When Hayato pulls the doors open and slips back inside, [Name] is still on the bed, but curled on her side now.  She blinks lazily over at him, as if silently wondering why he's being so uptight tonight.  He jerks back to face the balcony and roughly drags the curtains over the shoddy door, just to give him something to do.  He knows she's watching him and it makes him ridiculously uncomfortable, because he's not entirely sure how he's going to hide the sort-of obvious tent in his jeans.  It luckily doesn't look too bad, so maybe she won't take notice of it --
"Hayato, are you feeling okay?" she suddenly wonders with a frown.  He glances behind his shoulder and makes a low, growling sound.  She's swung her legs over the side of the mattress and is sitting up now, looking sort of concerned.  But he only swallows thickly and narrows his eyes.  He hesitates only a moment before turning to face her, and when he does he's not sure if the decision is a good one or not. 
She knows.  When her surprised eyes flick over his figure and land on his trousers, [Name] raises both eyebrows.  She looks slowly back to his face, which is reddening now because she hadn't been supposed to figure it out so fucking quickly, God damn it -- "I'm going for a walk," he gruffly mumbles, feeling so utterly ashamed that he thinks he'd like to sink into the ground and stay there, maybe forever.
His gait is stiff as he turns to the door, and in her surprise, [Name] just watches him pass her.  But she doesn't let him reach his destination.  Of course not.
With a lurch, she grabs his wrist with both hands and he stops, sends her a withering glare, and tells him, "Stop, Hayato.  This isn't your problem."  It most certainly is, but damn it if she hadn't unknowingly played a part.  She seems to have realized that much, at least, and shuffles forward until she's standing right behind him.  Then she loops her arms around his slim waist and presses her forehead between his shoulder blades.  He is much taller than her, and it makes [Name] feel both safe and impatient at the same time.
Neither of them is exactly well versed in comforting vocabulary.  They have similar childhoods and, before joining the Vongola ranks, had been outcasts of a sort.  So [Name] doesn't bother with words.  She knows he won't appreciate them anyway.  Instead, she just lets her hands speak for her as she dips them beneath his shirt and splays her fingers over his abdomen.
The muscles beneath his skin flex as her touch invades him, but Hayato doesn't immediately complain.  He just stares at the door in surprise, because he hadn't expected this, and he's not entirely sure if he should let it happen or push her away.  While he sifts through the jumbled mess of emotions that zigzag through his mind, [Name] murmurs softly, with a bitter sort of smirk, "You make things so complicated, Hayato.  If you'd just told me -- "
Here, he responds.  He grabs her wrists and pulls them away from him, then spins around to face her.  There is a slightly murderous expression painting over his face, but [Name] isn't afraid of it.  She just stares up at him, waiting for the words that soon come hurtling roughly at her.
"If I'd have told you?  You would have laughed at me and called me an idiot," he makes an annoyed sound and pushes away from her, resuming the pacing that he'd been doing before this whole thing started.  [Name] sighs and goes back to sit on the edge of the bed, watching him. 
"You're right," she acquiesces with a shrug, because he is.  It is difficult for her to take emotions of any kind seriously, especially when they are put into words.  Hayato glances at her with eyes that silently say, 'of course I'm right, you dumb woman'.  But her next words stop him in his tracks.  She raises an eyebrow and says rather boldly, "But after I was done laughing, I would have kissed you."  Lord only knows how much she's wanted to.
He immediately stops pacing to turn and gape at her, his face alight with surprise and something else, something dark.  She gives him a jaunty sort of smile that he's not entirely sure what to do with, but Hayato doesn't stay hesitant for very long.  How can he, when the woman he has been adamantly pining over basically just invited him to her?  [Name] leans back, blinks at him, and waits for him to approach.  He does, moments later.
The word 'approach' might even be too dull to describe the way Hayato stalks forward.  His mind is bent on her, his thoughts entertain the rather callous idea of finally, actually kissing her.  [Name] doesn't have it in her to complain.  She merely falls back with a gasp, a gasp that is quickly swallowed by Hayato's lips.
"Mm!  Hayato - !" It is awkward, at first, and [Name] would like to tell him to slow down a bit, but she can't.  Because Hayato doesn't want to slow down.  His mouth burns her, turns her blind with a sort of aching, lovely passion that reverberates right through her.  She grasps him tightly but it's not enough, it never is, and even though she's got him pressed so sincerely against her, it still feels as if he is miles away.
"Shut up," he mutters, though there is no real anger behind his words, not anymore.  His anger is just a façade, now, just a way of reminding himself that he isn't dreaming, that this is real.  In any case, [Name] doesn't seem to mind.  She lets out a very luxurious moan and Hayato shivers at the sound of it.  He thinks he is the luckiest man on the planet, and he's just about to turn his lips to her neck when suddenly a loud ringing noise fills the silence.
It is her cell phone, and of course it would go off at that very moment.  Hayato pauses, catches her eyes with his, and looks at her.  [Name] is flustered from his attention.  Her cheeks are a soft pink, her lips are faintly bruised, and her eyes are brighter than he's ever seen them.  There is a shade of annoyance crackling through her gaze, most likely due to the interruption.  Hayato decides to deal with said interruption in as practical a manner as he can think of.
He raises his eyebrows at her and mutters, "Answer it, woman."  His voice is rough, like graded stone, or grainy sand.  He stares at her for a second more, then resumes his earlier train of thought and ducks his mouth down her neck. 
[Name] gasps and tilts her head back.  She tangles one hand into his hair and trembles.  His kisses are making her fiercely hot, like some raging inferno has taken hold of her and refuses to let go.  She would not have guessed him to be so passionate.  But it makes sense, in a way.  He plays with fire on his off days, so of course he would take on the personality of his element whenever possible.  But still…she doesn't know what to think of his order.
"H-Hayato…" she mumbles, frowning, then makes a soft keening sound when he roughly nips at her skin.  "Answer it.  It's probably the 10th," he says again, and [Name] sighs and digs her phone out of her pocket.  One glance at the screen tells her that he is right: it is Tsuna, no doubt calling for an update as he has done every night so far.  [Name] appreciates her boss's concern for them and the mission, but tonight her patience is wearing thin.  It is undoubtedly due to Hayato's lavish kisses, and the weight of his body molding against hers, and the hard bulge of his desire reminding her of what she is in for.
She glowers at her phone and debates, for a very brief moment, if she should throw it across the room instead of answering it.  Hayato has got his hands in her shirt now, and they are engulfing her lower abdomen.  She can feel his calloused, burnt fingertips dragging over her sensitive flesh.  He is nearing the edge of her bra now, and [Name] is becoming very impatient.  But Tsuna is her boss and Hayato would probably be furious if she did anything to spite him, on purpose or not.
"Hello?" she drawls into the phone a moment later.  Her voice is calm, collected, but Hayato can hear a shred of reluctant passion searing its way through every letter.  He smirks and kisses back up her neck, licks over her jaw, bites at her chin.  His hands slide further up, up, until he is thumbing along the edge of her bra.  Then, just as [Name] is about to say something to Tsuna, Hayato curves his hand over her clothed breast and squeezes.
His touch his gentle but fierce, as the rest of him.  [Name] lets out a sharp little gasp that goes right to his crotch, and Hayato lifts his head to give her a promising, gleaming smile.  She clears her throat and says, "Ahem.  I'm fine, boss.  What were you saying?"  Her voice is still calm, but the glare that she sends his way is anything but, and Hayato can't help but chuckle.  He likes this game.  Likes it so much that a moment later, he is leaning back, hooking his fingers into his own shirt, and lifting it from his body.  [Name] stares, her eyes greedy.  But she is unable to do anything but lay there, giving half of her attention to her boss's words and the rest to her soon to be lover.
[Name] slowly bends her elbow beneath her body, lifting herself up a little.  Hayato studies her for only a moment before leaning in.  His knees press between her legs, shifting them apart.  His hands slide easily into her shirt and he pushes it up, not looking away from her face.  It is so strangely erotic, being on the phone while being ravished by a man, that [Name] can only stare, stare, stare.  And when Hayato pushes her shirt up over her breasts, she gives him a silly sort of grin and takes the phone away from her ear for a moment, so he can peel the fabric completely away.
Tsuna is saying something about their return date when she puts the phone back to her ear.  His gentle voice has already begun to leisurely map out where the jet plane will be picking them up and when, and how the two of them will get there.  "Do you think you'll be able to make it?" he wonders.  The meeting place is several towns over, in a large grassy field.  If they had money, they'd be able to get a ride there, but it will be difficult to do with their depleted funds.  Still, that is a problem that [Name] won't (can't) think about right now.  It is a matter that Hayato doesn't care for, either.  Not when he's so busy fiddling with her bra, pushing it away, letting that mouth of his go to work upon her breast.
"…[Name]?" Tsuna asks again when she doesn't immediately respond.  Her mind has completely blanked, probably due to the sight Hayato makes as he leans over her and doles out all his attention.  It's bearable, and she's about to respond to her boss when suddenly Hayato smirks against her breast and rolls his hips against hers.  The bulge of his erection makes her feel like she's drowning.  Instead of answering Tsuna, [Name] lets out a little whimper and then turns crimson with embarrassment, because he had probably heard it. 
Hayato gives an indulgent-but-impatient sight, like he's feeling rather proud of himself for being the cause of her blunder.  He nips at her breast one final time before pushing her all the way back onto the mattress and grabbing her cellphone.  Tsuna sounds confused and maybe a little unsure, but Hayato quickly puts his mind to rest.
"10th!  [Name]'s got some stuff to take care of.  What were you talking about?"  his voice is flawless, like he's not fully hard with a real-life boner jutting out from between his legs.  Like there's not a half naked, aroused woman laying all breathless beneath him.  It makes [Name] a little bit annoyed that he can be so smooth even now.  It makes her annoyed enough to want to do something about it.
She gets over her embarrassment quickly.  Soon, she is crawling over to where he's kneeling on the mattress.  She doesn't waste any time as she begins to kiss him, starting with a few slow pecks on his mouth and then delving down to his neck, then further.  Before long she is kissing over his chest, her fingers tracing every angle of his upper half.  She splays her hands against his back, over his spine, then down to touch the hem of his jeans.  Hayato watches her every movement with a critical but interested eye.  Still, his voice doesn't waver, and [Name] decides to test how much control he really has.  Probably not much, if she knows him at all.
She smirks and leans back to look at him, tips her head to the side, and runs her hands over his sides.  When she reaches his jeans, Hayato's eyes are sparking, silently careening into hers with all sorts of warnings.  But she disregards those warnings.  There isn't even a hint of hesitance in her movements as she unbuttons his pants.  When she starts to slide them down his hips, though, Hayato grabs one of her wrists tightly, as if to stop her. 
His eyes are spears of reluctance, but [Name] is going to pay him back for all he's done.  They stare at each other for a moment, then Hayato clears his throat and says into the phone, "Ah…yeah.  Nothing bad happened today."  His response to one of Tsuna's questions makes [Name] raise her eyebrows at him, silently challenging.  Nothing bad happened?  He wouldn't classify losing all their money as a bad circumstance?  Hayato gives her a glowering face, because of course he knows what she's thinking, and [Name] takes advantage of his momentary distraction.
Her hands delves into his jeans and curls around his member, which is stiff and hot.  Hayato makes a soft, surprised sound and then blushes, looking taken aback and intensely turned on at the same time.  "A-ah, yes, of course 10th," he's saying into the phone as he watches [Name] lower her lips to his cock.  The sight is so erotic that he finds it rather difficult to breathe properly, and the rest of his words come out a tangled, jumbled mess as he clenches his teeth together.  "Certainly, 10th.  Until tomorrow."  When he finally hangs up the phone, it is with such relief that he nearly collapses backwards.  But he doesn't, of course, because now [Name] is sucking him off in the most delicious of ways and Hayato can't be troubled to fall, especially not away from her.
"Fuck," he mutters, tangling his fingers into [Name]'s hair.  Her mouth is tight and hot around him, and the way she is sucking on him makes him ridiculously aroused.  His jeans are uncomfortably strewn against his mid-thighs, but there is little he can do about it, or even wishes to do about it.  All he can really do is kneel there on that too-small mattress and let [Name] have her way.  For now.
Hayato tugs her head back after a few moments and she looks up at him.  There's a wicked gleam in her eyes, like she's thoroughly amused by the desperate way he grips her, or the way he's gotten so very hard is such a small amount of time.  Her amusement makes him impatient.
He grabs her chin and presses it up, eyeing her like a king would eye a servant.  Then Hayato scoffs and mutters, "I can't believe you did that while I was on the phone."  With Tsuna, he is no doubt thinking.  [Name] just grins and raises herself up, so that their faces loom closer.  She whispers, "I think you liked it."  And while she isn't exactly wrong, Hayato doesn't grace her with a response. 
He merely grunts, narrows his eyes, and watches her inch closer.  After a moment, he seems to grow tired of her slow progress, and lurches forward for the second time that night.  Their lips crash and mold and Hayato pushes [Name] onto her back, rolling his now freed erection against her lower body.  And her moan is more of a complaint than anything, but only because she is still wearing her skirt and it's getting in the way.
Hayato doesn't care about her discomfort, though.  He is selfish by nature, and can be a selfish lover too.  It takes him an extra moment to realize why she's whining, but he is quick to fix the problem.  Soon, he's rolling the hem of her skirt up around her waist, then his hands are shifting over her stockings and tumbling them down her legs.  She watches, helpless as he quickly reaches up to deal with her panties, which are still very much in his way.  They follow the stockings on the floor without a backward glance, and Hayato leans back to look at her.
[Name] is very sure of herself.  She rarely hesitates, in any type of situation.  But even she has to admit that it is unnerving, having him blink down at her like he's doing now.  She fights off the dominant desire to cave in on herself, to shield her body from his view.  It's hard but somehow she manages, and Hayato gives her a lighthearted sort of smirk that tells her he is pleased.  He doesn't care for hesitant women.  At least not until he'd met her.
[Name] raises her eyebrows at him, lifts herself onto her elbows, and murmurs a hoarse, wicked, "Hayato…didn't I tell you that I don't like foreplay?"  Because, though it's a strange thing to tell an acquaintance, she is sure it has come up once or twice over the years.  It's true, at least.  She doesn't like foreplay, or being stared at or having to wait.  She's impatient and besides, the men she's been with in the past have had given her needs little thought.  She doesn't like foreplay because she doesn't know what to expect and doesn't like to do things she's not familiar with.  But tonight's lover is different from the others, and he intends to show it to her soon enough.
He gruffly chuckles, hovers over her and makes the mattress sink down with his weight.  His hair falls around her face, delicately framing them, knitting them together.  "You might've mentioned it," he mutters, and his voice is light and amused-like, as if he thinks it's funny that she bothered telling him something so intimate.  She stares at him in curiosity and confusion, because his words and his voice and his eyes are making her heart feel like it's burning inside of her chest and she finds it hard to breathe.  She is filled with anticipation and lustful awareness.  She can't stop thinking about the way his cock is pressing into her thigh.  She can't stop imagining what else that cock will soon be pressing into.
"But you're not going to listen to me, are you?" she finds herself wondering, whispering into the space between their mouths.  Hayato watches her lips move, then hums lowly in agreement.  He murmurs, "When do I ever listen to you?"  And as he speaks, his lips slowly descend, until he is softly kissing her. 
Except that Hayato isn't soft, and it doesn't take long for that gentle kiss to turn fierce.  [Name] gasps when he nips at her bottom lip, takes it into his mouth and sucks on it.  Her body arches into his, pressing against as much of him as she is able to.  The obvious come-on in her body language has him pushing her down, letting his hands hurry over her, shift over her breasts and down her abdomen, until soon he is curling his fingers over her wet heat.  And [Name], who doesn't entirely expect the intimacy of his touch, shudders out delightfully and lets out a small little moan.  The noise makes Hayato shiver and kiss her harder, intent on dragging out more of those delicious sounds.
She spreads her legs around his waist, eager for more of his touches.  Hayato does not disappoint, and [Name] wonders if she shouldn't rethink her previous opinion of foreplay.  But Hayato hasn't really dealt with her yet.  [Name] slowly begins to realize this as the passion increases, but still he stays away.
"Hayato…" she whines, her voice slaying through the higher octaves.  His expression is subtly boring, and well-placed, like he doesn't want her to know what he's really feeling.  The gleam of calm that invades his eyes has got her gasping.  It doesn't help when he leans back, heaves her leg to the side, and looks her over.  She trembles right into the mattress when his fingers sink into her core, and by then [Name] can't think of complaining.  She is far too busy trying to remember how to think at all.
"H-Hayato -- !" she moans, eyes fluttering closed.  Her body arches of it's own accord, blindly searching for him, yearning for more of him.  But Hayato is removed from her.  He watches with silent, hungry eyes as [Name] moans and whimpers his name, clenching her hands into the sheets and trying to close her legs around his waist.  He enjoys this fight she puts up.
[Name] does too, but it gets a little old after a while.  Before long, she is glaring up at him, her face etched into a pout that makes him stare.  She raises herself onto her elbows and, still trembling, manages to half-demand, half-moan, "S-stop teasing me, H-Hayato."  She's about to say more, but he doesn't let her.  Instead, he leans forward, pulls out his fingers, and crawls up her form.  Their faces linger close, and [Name]'s thoughts crash and burn before she can voice them.  Hayato smirks.
"There's still a lot I want to do with you," he murmurs.  His breath shifts over her lips and she swallows, desperate for his kisses.  His words send jolts of staggering desire down her body.  It is hard for her to do anything except wonder at those words, at the promise behind them, but soon [Name] is recovering (a little) and smiles.  She whispers back, "We'll just have to go out on more missions together, then."  And how his eyes shine, glimmer with the pleasure of hearing her say that she is very much interested in doing this again, and again, and again still.
He grunts and kisses her.  It is not a gentle kiss but that is okay.  [Name] doesn't want gentle anyhow.  She wants bold, dark touches and rough nails and biting teeth and low, growling moans and Hayato, who is all these things and more. 
Regardless of everything Hayato wants to do, he knows he’s got plenty of time.  So he decides to stop wasting it and start taking advantage of the fact that there is an aroused, interested woman splayed out beneath him, ready for more, all but begging for it.  He finds himself smirking a little bit at the sight.  She sees the smirk and scrapes her nails down his chest, catching his attention and pushing her hips against him again in silent demand.
“Che.  You’re so impatient,” he mutters, but he rewards her with a roll of his hips as he fights back.  The movement makes her melt.  She moans and sink into the mattress like her body as turned to liquid.
“And you’re slow,” she retorts with a scowl.  A scowl that Hayato abruptly kisses away.
Slow is one thing that he is not, and he fully intends to show it to her by the end of the night.  Determination flares through his eyes as he stares down at her.  Her own determination meets with his, and he rolls his eyes and pushes his member into her, acting as if it’s such an inconvenience.  It’s not, though, and before he’s even fully inside her, neither of them care about such silly things anyhow.
“Oh God…” she moans, tilting her head back and her hips up.  He hisses with dark delight and completely fills her up, pauses for a second, then rocks back.  His next thrust is bathed with that determination.  He is not slow anymore.  In fact, he’s almost brutally fast.
“Oh my - !” she’s crying out before she can stop herself because God, she’s never felt so full in her life.  Perhaps it’s because she’s aching so much, because her body is so aroused, but every movement feels intensified and hyper-sensitive.  She clutches at him and closes her eyes, letting it all wash over her.  The rough way he forces her hips up, the sound of his skin slapping against hers, the scent of their joining.  It all makes her head spin as if she’s just inhaled several drugs at once.
Hayato is definitely proving himself, though [Name] is too far gone to care at this point.  He heaves her legs up around his waist and drags her hips closer, pulling her in to meet his thrusts and utterly manhandling her.  She’s never known herself to like rough, dominant sex, but somehow she can’t think of doing it any other way.  Not with Hayato.  And this time it is absolutely brilliant.
Every other second she is pinned forcefully to the mattress, but she still tries to lift her hips up of her own accord.  Hayato likes that.  He likes that she’s still fighting back even when she clearly doesn’t see it the same way.  He lets her try, appreciates the way she forces him deeper, grunts out his pleasure when she wraps her legs tightly around his waist in a desperate attempt to take everything he can offer.
But that’s where her dominance comes to an end.  Hayato grabs her wrists and tosses them above her head, pinning them there.  She looks up at him through heady, clouded eyes and he looks down at her with a snarling, pleasured grin.  Then, before she can keep up with him, Hayato is ducking his head down and latching onto one of her nipples.  He takes the sensitive bud between his teeth and she cries out at the strange mixture of pleasure, pain, and utter arousal that spikes through her.
“Hayato…Ha-Hayato-yes!” she can’t stop mumbling, can’t stop the little noises from whispering past her lips.  She hasn’t felt this degree of intense erotic bliss in ages, if ever.  His tongue swipes over her nipples and his hands crush her wrists together and his cock scrapes over her inner walls with such purpose, such intent, and suddenly she can’t take it anymore.
“I’m coming…Hayato I’m…oh my God, I’m- !” the most sultry cry that Hayato has ever heard spills from her lips and he raises his head to watch her finish.  It’s a sight he will never forget, he’s sure of it.  How could he erase such a flawless image from his memories?  The way [Name] pants his name, the way her body trembles and jerks, it’s enough to almost make him come, too.  Almost, but not quite.  The moment she shudders out her end, Hayato is only sure of one thing: he will never get enough of her.  If anything, the sight she makes has him growing ever harder.
He doesn’t stop thrusting.  He doesn’t care if she’s already finished.  He’s so close, nearly there, that stopping is physically impossible for him.  It’s like his body is on auto-pilot and his hips move on their own.  [Name] doesn’t complain.  She moans even louder, overcome by the sensitivity of her lower body.  Her end seems to splutter for half a second before morphing into another end.  Another finish.  And soon her body is twisting beneath Hayato’s and [Name] is gasping again, feeling a second orgasm spear through her in the most violently exquisite way.
“Fuck!” she sobs, her eyes tearing.  Her voice is wrinkled, like ripped fabric.  It’s so divine that Hayato can only shudder and crush her beneath him, temporarily forgetting to hold himself up.  She doesn’t have time to complain because that’s when Hayato moans deliriously against her neck and explodes inside her, at the very same time that [Name] gasps, digs her nails into his shoulders, and feels her second orgasm tear her into unrecognizable pieces.  She has never felt so satisfied in her entire life. 
Hayato hasn’t, either.  This becomes apparent when he raises his body off of hers and gives her a twisted half-smirk.  His expression has utterly melted.  There is absolutely no trace of his usual hard expression.  He has turned momentarily soft and the stress seems to drip away from them both like it was never there to begin with.  They share a smile and Hayato rolls off her, drags her into his side, and heaves a sigh.
“Wow…” she murmurs nearly ten minutes later.  Hayato hums in agreement, his hands smoothing up and down her back as she fits her body around his.  The ancient looking alarm clock on the bedside table tells them that it’s 10:00.  Crickets chirp outside.  A cool breeze envelopes them from the cracked balcony doors.  She’s never felt more at peace despite their less than adequate surroundings.
After a moment, [Name] raises herself onto her elbows and looks down at Hayato.  He blinks up at her, raising an eyebrow as if to ask what she wants.  A little smirk dances across her lips and she purses her lips.
“I can’t wait for the next mission,” she tells him, leaning down to kiss him.  She tosses her leg over his hips and sinks against his mouth eagerly.
Hayato can only scoff and wrap a hand around that leg.  “Who says I’m waiting until the next mission?  That could take weeks,” he roughly points out.  His voice is like used sandpaper, smooth but coarse at the same time.
“Oh?  What, you can’t bear to wait a few days before I let you ravish me again?” [Name] holds back a smile at the way Hayato scowls.
He stares at her for a moment.  His eyes dip down her body, her breasts, her legs.  Then suddenly he’s rolling them over and pressing [Name] into the mattress, and [Name]’s playfully exclaiming, “Hayato!” as his lips get to work on her neck, collar, chest. 
He gives her a very wicked grin and smoothly says, “Absolutely not.”  And as his kisses drop lower and lower down her body and arousal begins to weave through her once more, [Name] decides that she doesn’t mind.  In fact, she wouldn’t have it any other way.
By the time they return to the base in Italy, they are both so at ease that even Tsuna can figure out what their mission entailed.

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6 comments:

  1. Your writing only keeps improving! :)
    So hot...

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  2. So amazingly hot and sexy love it! :)

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  3. Your writing reminds me why fictional characters do it better, why can't this type of splintering passion be real >.< Or why can't I find it if it is? Absolutely adore your writing, if you ever write a book and publish it I want to be the first to know!

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    1. I'll definitely put something up on the blog if that ever happens ;) One day, I hope!

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