Sunday, February 28, 2016

A Doctor Shamal Lemon -- Reindeer Antics

Character: Doctor Shamal

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

OC: [Name]

Inspiration: Yeah, so.  I’m a terrible person for not finishing this sooner.  At least it's technically still winter...?  The last requests should be out within the week!

It all started because of the reindeer antlers.  It hadn’t really been his idea, precisely, but when Takeshi shoved them onto his head the moment he entered the building, Shamal had only shrugged and left them there.  He didn’t really care.  They were only a tiny bit annoying because they had little bells on the tips, and they made little sounds whenever he turned his head to the side.  And he was doing a lot of that, glancing around and scoping the place out, looking for – there.
[Name] was standing with her usual group of friends across the room.  He eyed her with his usual lecherous grin and smirked his usual leering smirk when her eyes just happened to turn toward him.  Well it wasn’t his fault, was it?  She should’ve known better than to wear something so…well, sexy didn’t really cover it.
She definitely pulled off the sexy Santa outfit better than anyone he’d ever seen.  Almost see-through stockings that traveled up her thighs, short red skirt, high necked but very tight top.  He could just barely make out the hint of her girdle peeking out provocatively from under her skirt, connecting her stockings to…well, hopefully he’d find out.  He chuckled to himself and raised a hand in greeting, making [Name] raise her eyebrows and tilt her head to the side, no doubt trying to decide if he was worth her time.  Nice girl like her was allowed to be picky, but Shamal would love the chance to show her a good time.
He abandoned the hunt for now.  The night hadn’t even started yet and he definitely needed a drink.  One vodka on the rocks later and the music had begun to play, dancers were making use of the center floor, and [Name] had suspiciously disappeared.  He wasn’t too worried.  There weren’t that many places to disappear to in this place, unless of course you wanted to make use of one of the hotel rooms upstairs.  But [Name] wasn’t like that…or at least she wasn’t yet.
He just enjoyed his drink, talked to a few of the Vongola who deemed him worthy of conversation (frankly, there weren’t that many) and bid his time.  After a while his self-imposed pupil sauntered over to order a drink and snap at him (Hayato never seemed to lose his bad humor, Shamal mourned) before leaving him to speak with Tsuna (again).
It was all very boring, really, but at least there were several provocatively dressed women at the party tonight for him to enjoy.  The one he was most interested in, however, was still nowhere to be seen.  Until there was a tug at the stupid reindeer antlers on his head and suddenly she was there, right next to him wearing that sexy as hell outfit and a bland smile.
“[Name],” he drawled, peering over at her with mischievous eyes.  He rested his chin on his hand and glanced down at her, making absolutely no effort to hide the fact that he was checking her out.  She didn’t seem to mind, and just glanced at the bartender and ordered a, “Martini, please, nice and dirty.”  She glanced at Shamal with a smirk.
“What’s with the antlers?” she asked while the bartender prepared her drink.  She turned around to lean against the counters, elbows resting behind her.  The position forced her chest outward just a little, just enough to make him notice. 
He smirked and shrugged.  “Don’t ask me, it wasn’t my idea.”  He wiggled the antler headband and then his eyebrows, “Why?  Does Santa want to ride his reindeer?” 
She gaped at him, cheeks turning just a little bit red, and then spluttered, “What?!”  He was absolutely unashamed and [Name] rolled her eyes.  Why was she surprised?  He made digs at everything that had breasts.  Still, there was definitely something different about the ones he’d made to her.  They were never quite as dirty as some of the others she’d heard.  Never quite crossed some of the boundaries that had been crossed with other women. 
He chuckled lowly and murmured, “I could buck you around all night, [Name].”  Okay.  Scratch that. 
She sighed and gave him a look that told him to shut the fuck up or she’d probably bash his face in.  Needless to say, Shamal didn’t listen to the silent warning.  He never did.
“Humph.  As if,” she muttered.  “Maybe if you’d learn some manners first.”  She hadn’t actually meant it as a condition, but Shamal’s eyes lit up and he grinned.
“Manners?  I’ve got plenty of those.  Shall I show you?” he wondered, standing up.  She barely even got a sip out of her martini before he was hooking his hand around hers and dragging her off to the dance floor…without even asking.  So much for all his talk.  But she went, because she didn’t feel like making a fuss over a silly dance.  Even if she suspected that his form of dancing was a little different from hers.
Except, surprisingly, she was actually having fun.  Apparently Shamal could be a gentleman if he wanted, he just chose not to most of the time.  As he drew her into the dance, his hands didn’t wander and he didn’t get as close as she thought he would.  It was just a normal dance.  And the way he’d spin her around actually made her laugh for the thrill of it.
“See?  I’m not as bad as you thought,” he smirked as he brought her back in after a particularly wonderful twirl.  Then he paused, made a face, and added, “Though I can be really, really bad if you want.”  He meant really really good, of course, but he liked getting around to that part in the most disorderly fashion.  It was more fun that way.
[Name] rolled her eyes and muttered, “I’m afraid I’m not that easy, Doctor.”  It was actually more of a purr – which of course piqued his interest.  He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked.
“That’s fine.  I like a good chase,” he drawled.
A fleeting smirk lit her eyes.  “I’d expect nothing less from a professional skirt-chaser.”
She really shouldn’t goad him.  She knew how he can be.  She heard plenty of stories and had been around him long enough to know that most of them wer probably true.  But a part of her couldn’t help it.  She liked teasing him.  It didn’t help that she had this curiosity – a curiosity that demanded to know if all those rumors were just exaggerated.  Which was why she didn’t complain (too much) when the good doctor chuckled and dragged her very close, hands slipping down her back in a tiny rebellious way that crosses the lines of etiquette. 
“Oh, chasing skirts is all well and fun,” he murmured in her ear, breath hot and lips barely brushing against skin as he moved her body over his.  “…But I don’t limit myself to just looking.”  He had the audacity to actually squeeze her ass very briefly before darting his hands to her back again, blinking innocently as if the whole thing had been an accident. 
[Name] raised both eyebrows this time and shifted closer, heart thrumming dangerously in her chest.  She couldn’t deny the shiver that dazzled her skin when he’d done that risky little move of his.  Couldn’t deny that he was definitely making her even more curious than she already was.  So she just trailed her hands up his arms and tilted her head in a subtly challenging way.
He saw her expression for what it was and felt a tiny bit surprised that this was actually working.  Some of that surprise leaked out into his voice when he lowly murmured, “Good girl like you probably shouldn’t let me taint me though.”  He grimaced inside at the words, and wondered why he said them at all.  What was he doing, trying to push her away after all effort? 
But [Name] just shrugged and turned the tables yet again with that delicious smirk of hers.  “What if I’m not the good girl you think I am?” she wondered, and he paused.
Yup.  Surprised didn’t even cover what he was feeling.  He couldn’t believe that this was so simple.  So he hummed contemplatively and said, “Well then…I’d say I might have to test that out for myself.”
[Name] smirked wider and leaned in, laying her hand over his chest and subtly pressing her body against his.  Her leg darted between his legs just barely, just enough to make him grit his teeth.  He had to bite the inside of his cheek just to stop his moan from spilling from his wayward lips. 
“I’m sure we can run a few thorough tests upstairs, if you’re willing,” she whispered, and Shamal nearly fell, his knees shook so much.
His eyes flashed.  She reached up to flick at the antlers still on his head, and he decided that he wasn’t going to let this chance pass him by for anything in the fucking world.  So he grabbed her hand and dragged her off the dance floor, not even caring who saw them as he pulled her out of the room and into the hallway toward the elevators.  [Name] laughed as he did, a low burning sound that made him wonder who, exactly, was doing the seducing here.  He suddenly got the feeling that it wasn’t him.
The moment the elevator opened, he shoved her inside and against the wall, lips crashing down onto hers before she could so much as speak.  To say it surprised her would be a lie – [Name] was completely prepared for his little move, had been planning it even.  She met him halfway, practically barring her teeth as she kiss him back with a vengeance that made Shamal groan.  Hands were everywhere, and he had his up her shirt before the elevator door closed.
“Are you – sure you want to…mmm…do this, darlin’?” he heard himself mutter, because it was [Name] and he couldn’t believe his luck.  Part of him was still convinced that she would disappear into thin air and he’d have dreamed this all up.  But she just nipped dangerously at his lower lip, fingers quick and strategic as they hurried over the buttons of his dress shirt.  Her actions alone gave him his answer, but for good measure she murmured a low, breathless, “Yes.”  Impatience was a lovely color on her.
By the time they reached their floor, clothes had been undone and hung off their frames.  Hair had been mussed and lips were swollen, eyes dark and empowered and bold, hands always moving and shifting in search of skin.  They stumbled into the thankfully deserted hallway, mouths still working with that delicious fury.  Shamal doubted he’d have stopped even if there was a whole crowd of people waiting on the other side of the elevator doors.
He didn’t give her the option of choosing which room to bunker down in.  All his thoughts were focused on other things and he didn’t even consider it.  He knew that his hotel room was close to the elevators and started for it, dragging her with him as their lips bumped and broke apart from the movement.  [Name] giggled.  He grinned.
“Impatient, are we?” she asked teasingly as he fumbled for the key – it was in his pockets somewhere.  He glowered at her, smirked when he finally found it, and dangled it in front of her face with a mischievous expression.
“Would you like to do the honors?” he asked.  She paused, biting her lip, and then mumbled a curse as she grabbed at the key.  It was her turn to fumble as she slid it into the lock, her turn to raze the door open with her impatience, her turn to grab him by the collar and pull him forcefully into the room.  He grunted in surprise (he’d never met a woman so excited for sex before, it was sort of amazing) and allowed her to pull him down into another kiss that sent his head spinning beautifully.
Within seconds, his shirt was a pile on the floor and his trousers were undone and hanging off his hips.  He had to admit, she made quick work of him.  Her eagerness alone had made him half hard, and he was well on his way to the point of no return (as it were).
She squirmed against him, hips dancing a delicate timeless dance that only made him ever harder.  His control had never been particularly good, and he let that go too.  Useless things flew from their bodies – clothes, jewelry – but when Shamal reached up to tug the antlers off, [Name] stopped him with a wide smirk. 
“If I’m going to ride you, you’d better keep those on,” she purred.  At once, fire reared through him.  The words caused beautiful phantoms to dance around his head, images of her astride him, how her breasts would look as she moved, how delicious the sight would be, to hold witness to such a moment.  He would have a front row seat.
A slow smile crept up his mouth, tilting it into an expression of pure lust and something akin to adoration.  He was impressed, to say the least.  [Name] had always seemed to delicate.  The good girl.  But what was the saying?  That it was the quiet ones you had to watch out for?  The sentiment fit rather well.
“You’d better get started, then,” he murmured with that sinful smile, bumping his nose against hers as he ducked his mouth for another kiss.  It was passion, heady and endless, that made him gather her up in his arms and pull at the stays of her clothes.  Desire that made him moan when she slid her hand down to cup his erection.  Impatience that had him dragging her across the room, fumbling with the last of their clothes, and falling down onto the mattress in a flurry of movement.
[Name] let out a startled laugh that bled into a moan as he nestled between her legs and lowered his mouth to her breasts.  She fit perfectly in his hands, and he spread his palm over one while his tongue licked at the other.  Her nipples were already taut and hard, pebbled with a desire that he would only continue to induce.  Her fingers tangled into his hair and dragged him closer, legs curling around his waist and hips twisting up into a writhing arch that rubbed their lower bodies together in the most senselessly beautiful way imaginable.  He groaned against her breast, caught between wanting to punish her or reward her for the move.  After a moment, he decided that rewarding her would be so much more gratifying.  Punishment could come later.  There were many more hours spread out before them before the morning would force their goodbyes.
Shamal had a reputation for being a ne’er-do-well, but it was in fact untrue.  (A little.)  He was, in fact, very good at pleasing women.  Whether he liked to brag about it later hardly mattered to the women who were at the receiving end of said pleasure.  He’s never heard any of them complain.  [Name] didn’t either, especially when he started lowering himself down further and further, lips pressing swift and firm and sometimes lingering kisses into her skin as he mapped out her body.
“Shamal…not that I don’t enjoy where this is going…” [Name] murmured as she watched him, “but I’m feeling a little impatient right now.”  Her eyes fluttered as he kissed her hip, tongue flicking out to curve over the jutting bone.  He was a sight for sore eyes in that position, with his head between her thighs and his breath fanning out over her leg.  Especially when he looked up at her with an almost dry look, eyebrow raised and eyes sparkling somewhere between mischievous desire and incredulous disbelief.
“I have a feeling you’ll regret those words in a minute,” he breathed, lips brushing over her clit just barely, just enough to catch every ounce of her attention.  She stared, and he stared back, and then he gave her a smirk and ducked his head.  The lazy pull of his tongue over her folds was enough to have her arching up, body shuddering and breathy moan spilling from her lips. 
She wasn’t proud of the sound that left her that moment, but Shamal seemed to enjoy it immensely.  He chuckled, the sound vibrating over her like smoking thunder, and pressed his mouth directly against her as if he was kissing her actual lips.  The sucking that ensued was tremendously enthusiastic and left her into a boneless mess.
He lapped at her like an animal and she gasped and writhed beneath him with powerful lurches.  His forearms pinned her hips down, and with every whimpering shift he grinned just a little wider; lapped just a little faster.  Before very long, she was twisting her fingers into his hair and attempting to pull him away from her.  The pleasure that had stacked itself up within her was threatening to fall, knocking over like tiled dominos clattering in uneven lines. 
Shamal, for all his stubborn desire, allowed her to call this particular shot.  He lifted his head and peered at her.  Her body was beaded with sweat, her chest heaving, nipples hard and taut, thighs quivering…  She looked even better than he’d ever imagined.
There was a silent order gleaming in her eye, a vague ‘get-over-here-or-else’ expression that left little room for argument.  He didn’t have it in him to argue anyhow, and he crawled up her body wordlessly, lips curling up as he examined the drifting flash of need evident in those stark eyes.  When his hips joined against hers and his hardness rubbed against her core, that need tripled with a power that left him near to breathless just at the sight of it.
“You’re more impatient than I expected,” he chuckles, thinking about how easy going [Name] tended to be in practically every situation.  But if he’d thought that gentle acceptance would translate into shy hesitance in the bedroom, he was wrong. 
She tightened her lips and said breathlessly, “And you’re slower than I expected.”  The hidden part of her sentence drifted between them in slanted shades of desire: hurry up, hurry up, hurry up.
He smirked, but wasted no more time with the insignificant tides of their one-time affection. 
Her eyes fluttered when he eased the tip of his cock in, gently spearing her flesh.  It was easy to sink into her.  Easy to let her take him further and further, until the depth of her felt like an ocean purged of light.  The only light that would guide him now was the flashing thunderous prayer that shattered her gaze into a mosaic of bright passion.  He would repair her, but only after destroying her in the best way possible.
“Shit,” she gasped, and he raised an eyebrow as he hilted himself inside her.  He paused briefly, inspecting her face for signs of pain.  Shamal was a diehard skirt chaser, yes, but never let it be said that he was a selfish lover.  But after a moment, [Name] narrowed her eyes at him and murmured, “What’re you waiting for?  Me to change my mind?”
He couldn’t stop the bark of laughter that shot from his lips.  It was a broken sound, muddled with desire that was barely held in check.  How he could feel amusement when he was buried within her was beyond him, but there it was, lifting in his chest and scattering over his skin.
“A little too late for that,” he muttered, hardly coherent, and thrust.  She crumpled into the sheets with a moan and he swore it was the best sound he’d ever heard.
They writhed together, twisting limbs around limbs and grinding skin into dust.  The world shimmered around them, there and not there.  The importance of it had been washed away and replaced with the sway of their bodies and the soft-but-hard angle of their hips.  The only thing that concerned him was the reaching.  The path had hardly been set upon; all that was left was getting to the end of it.
And they did, much sooner than Shamal would have liked.  But [Name] was already blistering with the pleasure of his previous antics, and when her back pushed off the mattress and her voice rose in a litany of moans, the feel and sight of her was too much.  He could have handled it (he had enough experience by now to shove his desire to the back of his mind), but any strength he had left was shattered when she started murmuring his name.
“Shamal…Shamal – “ and the starkness of her passion hit him square in the chest, sending him overboard into the squalor of his own release.  He cursed, drew himself out of her, and wrapped his fingers around his length.  The sight of him bucking into his own grasp left [Name] moaning all over again even though her orgasm was nothing but the shredded remains of a song lost to the world. 
She swatted his hand away and replaced it with her own, coaxing his release with every swipe of her skin.  He spilled himself onto the flat of her stomach, painting her skin with the pale translucence of his own finish, and when he was done he lowered him down beside her with a heaving sigh.
He groaned a moment later.  “Sorry…made a mess of you…”  He was so satiated and relieved that he couldn’t even bring himself to make sense.  [Name] chuckled, stretching her body out and sighing.
“Get me a washcloth?” she asked, then added as a tired afterthought, “Next time we can’t forget the condoms.  Honestly, I can’t believe you didn’t have one on you.”
He can’t believe it either.  Usually he always had one in his wallet or shoved in his back pocket, but – “Wait, next time?” he questioned, just now realizing what she’d said.  He rose up onto his elbow with a raised eyebrow, surprised that she actually wanted to do this again.  He wasn’t used that, but…he liked the sound of it.
She copied his expression with a little jaunty smile and reached up to tug at the reindeer antlers still hanging off his head.  He completely forgot they were still there.
“I’ve decided I need more time to figure out what women find so irresistible about you,” she explains, then nudges him with her knee and says, “Washcloth.”  He hums and gets up to amble off to the bathroom.
Huh.  Well, Shamal usually isn’t a one woman kind of guy, but as he cleans her up and they settle back on the bed, he decides that he might make an exception for her.



  1. I can't believe I didn't notice this and comment sooner! D:
    This piece -- as all of your pieces are -- was absolutely amazing~! <33 I am so glad there is a sexy Shamal lemon out there in the world now >;D Thank you so much for taking the time to write this request for me!! Best Christmas gift everr~ ;)

    1. You're welcome! It was a bit of a challenge, so I'm happy you like it :)

  2. Might need a sequel to this, as I don't believe the reindeer was ridden ;) Hot Hot Hot!