Between Fools (KHR fanfic)
Yamamoto Takeshi was a baseball idiot. This was an undeniable fact of life that he had accepted from a young age. Everyone knew about it. It was his public obsession, and was perfectly innocent. He had no strange fantasies involving equipment, locker rooms or subsequent gang-bangs. But he had another, much more personal obsession. He loved guitars. The smell, the shape, the feel, the sound. Everything. But this was an intimate love that never left his own room.
This was, in part, due to the fact that whenever he was playing his beloved guitar, he would become aroused beyond belief. The merest hint of a guitar was enough to make him tremble; and actually holding one brought his “little Take-chan” to immediate attention. Hence, there was to be no playing or even thinking about guitars around other people, for obvious reasons.
Hibari Kyoya had very little time for other people. Or patience for that matter. He found that he could deal with one person at a time, provided that person was quiet and left quickly. The fact that hardly anyone knew, however, was that Hibari loved music. He loved composing it, singing it, playing it. He loved it. All he really wanted to do was to spend his days looking at Sakura and listening to accomplished artists playing complex melodies.
There was one conflicting problem that prevented this. Sakura trees were outside. Outside meant people. And Hibari had little time for people. The reason for this, unlikely though it may seem is that he gets embarrassed. Because as soon as he hears or plays music, he gets turned on. The more complex the tune and delivery, the more aroused he’ll become until he can’t control himself and reverts to animal instincts. So far, by avoiding people constantly, Hibari hadn’t raped any aspiring musicians. But he made no promises.
And so it was, that on some cloudy, unremarkable day in some cloudy, unremarkable month during spring, Yamamoto Takeshi decided to go for a walk. He wandered about the streets, noting the unremarkable weather that was not too cold, nor too hot. Just bland. The kind of day that no one seems to go out on. He found himself wandering through the park, near to some Sakura trees. That was when he heard it. A beautiful, melodious strumming of the sexiest instrument in the world. Someone was playing the guitar.
Hibari had taken one look out the window that morning and decided to go out. Today was the kind of day that people seemed to ignore, staying indoors wherever possible. Which was perfect for him. He took his electric guitar and portable amp and made his way to the park, dismissing his underlings offers of companionship. He wanted to be alone today. Alone with the Sakura and the music that he loved.
The dark haired youth made his way through the streets to the park with his guitar slung across his back and amp in hand. He reached the park and made his way through the Sakura trees to a small clearing. Here, Hibari connected his guitar to his amplifier and strummed, gently adjusting the tuning rods as he did so. When the strings were perfectly taught and the sound rich, Hibari shed his shirt and began to play.
Yamamoto had recognised the tune instantly. Queensryche had very distinctive riffs and Silent Lucidity was a beautiful song. On the verge of entering the copse of Sakura trees to locate the sound, Yamamoto paused and considered. Just hearing a guitar being handled so well was making him hard, so he knew he should just walk in the opposite direction. But he couldn’t. His body was longing; yearning to go to that sound. So, to lighten the situation, and taking cue from the music, Yamamoto started singing in a rich timbre.
“There's a place I like to hide
A doorway that I run through in the night
Relax child, you were there
But only didn't realize and you were scared
It's a place where you will learn
To face your fears, retrace the years
And ride the whims of your mind
Commanding in another world
Suddenly you hear and see
This magic new dimension.” Hibari whipped around and stopped playing guitar immediately.
“ Who’s there?” he asked coldly. He was so angry, not because the phantom singer had been bad, but because he was hard to begin with. And now he was positively drooling over that sweet voice. Unless he got a hold on himself, he would become a complete vessel of lust; unable to do anything but fill his desires.
“ Why did you stop playing? Sorry if I disturbed you, but that song rocks, and my singing’s not that bad, right?” Yamamoto was not quite prepared for what he saw when he stepped out into the clearing. There stood Hibari Kyoya, shirtless, with a guitar resting at his hip and glaring at him in the most arousing way possible. He would like to believe it was the stance, or the provocative look, but Yamamoto knew the real reason his knees gave out was the Fender Stratocaster slung about Hibari’s neck.
Hibari snorted when Yamamoto fell to the ground in front of him. What the hell was that idiot doing? And why was he sweating so much? And what was up with those weird pants? They had a big lump at the front of...Oh. Oh. Oh.
Hibari felt himself tremble slightly and the silence seemed to stretch on for eons. Then, without saying another word, Hibari walked briskly forward, grabbed the front of Yamamoto’s shirt and pulled him up into a rough kiss.
Yamamoto’s mind was blank as their lips crashed together. All he could think to do was kiss back with equal, but more passive, enthusiasm. His mind stayed blank until Hibari ground his hips into the guitar, which then rubbed, strings and all, against Yamamoto’s rock hard erection. Then he came alive with a yelp and Hibari used this opportunity to wrench the other’s shirt over his head and away, before driving back into the kissing and grinding.
After a short while, once the two had kicked off their shoes and pants, Hibari grabbed Yamamoto’s ass through his black y-fronts and pulled him in even closer to the instrument still between them. The other boy willingly allowed this for a minute before he slid down in front of Hibari, pulling his boxers off as he did so. Hibari groaned at the sight of the other boy, as he licked and kissed the guitar separating the two. And that’s when all control left him.
He pushed Yamamoto backwards onto the ground, turned and yanked the cord out of the amplifier. He then turned back to the other, who was rubbing his crotch. Nothing was hotter that Hibari, naked, wearing only a guitar for modesty. Hibari barely even noticed. He whipped off Yamamoto’s remaining garment and lifted the boy’s legs, kneeling between them. Staring into the other boy’s eyes all the while, Hibari slid the plug into his mouth, massaging it with his tongue, thoroughly coating it with saliva.
Yamamoto almost came right then, as he felt the cool metal of the guitar’s cord enter him. It was so erotic, being connected to the object of his deepest fantasy. He was the amplifier of Hibari’s instrument, and it was so utterly erotic he could hardly breathe. Hibari was still staring deeply into his eyes as he thrust the cool metal appendage deeper and deeper inside him, moving it about; stretching; preparing. Once he was ready, Hibari pulled him to his feet and crashed their lips together once more, before turning the other boy round, slipping the guitar over him as well, and thrusting his pulsing manhood into the other boy’s hole.
It hurt, but Yamamoto didn’t even notice. He was too enraptured by the instrument pressing against him. His cock pulsated and strained painfully against the smooth back of the guitar.
“I’m not gonna move, until you start singing the song again,” Hibari announced huskily into Yamamoto’s ear. The boy was between a guitar and a hard-on, and he desperately wanted to feel both. So, in the best voice he could muster he gasped out the lyrics, as Hibari strummed.
“I- will be watching over you
I- am gonna help you see it through
I- will protect you in the night
I- am smiling next to you, in Silent Lucidity” Hibari, satisfied by the delicious husky tone of his partner’s voice, started to move. Yamamoto gasped as he felt Hibari’s erection plunge deep inside him, and thrust him into the guitar pressed against his cock. Hibari pulled out, then slammed back in, once again smashing the other’s manhood into the instrument. Over and over he continued ramming his hardness inside the other, and over and over, Yamamoto felt that glorious friction of the polished guitar against him.
It couldn’t last long, not at that speed. Not at that intensity. But for one glorious moment, Yamamoto felt like Hibari’s instrument. He was making beautiful, private melodies and Yamamoto was the tool he controlled. It was at this thought, that he came; splattering the back of the guitar with his seed as he came load after load. Feeling the tensing of the muscles surrounding him, Hibari thrust in, clutching the guitar to them with incredible force as he came deep within the other boy.
For a few moments, they stood there, like a beautiful monument to the deep sharing that had just passed between them. Then Hibari pulled the guitar over Yamamoto’s and his own head, and inspected it critically.
“ If you ever come on my guitar like this again, I’ll bite you to death,” He smirked pervertedly at the other boy who smiled serenely back.
“I look forward to it,” From one guitar-obsessed fool to another.