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