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Fandom/ Pairing: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!- 1827
Length: One-shot
Rating: R
Genre: Humor, semi-smut
Summary: Tsuna gets shot with the ten-year bazooka *cough*cliched*cough*
Lambo had once again decided to make Tsuna’s life just a little more exciting than it already was.
Tsuna and Gokudera were waiting for Yamamoto by the bleachers of the baseball diamond. Yamamoto asked the two to wait for him, he had some things to sort out with his coach, and he assured that it wouldn’t take too long. At the offer, Gokudera snapped at the Rain Guardian, the Tenth had better things to do with his time. Though when Tsuna said he didn’t mind waiting, Gokudera backed down. Yamamoto flashed the fair haired boy a grin before running off, promising again he wouldn’t take too long.
And so there they were now. Tsuna sat at the bottom bleacher, legs slightly parted, hands resting on the steel bench between them. Gokudera sat beside his beloved Tenth, chin resting on his palms as he glared in the direction Yamamoto went off in.
Tsuna closed his eyes and sighed. Nothing spectacular had happened that day and he had the nagging feeling that something bad would happen. He opened his eyes immediately noticing where his little Thunder Guardian was. I really have to watch what I think. He thought.
The five-year-old had balanced himself on the chain fence surrounding the diamond.
“HIIIII!! Lambo, what are you doing up there! Get down before you hurt yourself!”
“Tsuna! Tsuna! See Lambo-san is amazing!” Lambo laughed, his head thrown back as far as it would go. It was amazing that he didn’t fall right then.
Tsuna jumped up franticly running back and forth in attempt to catch the trouble making boy. “Mou, Lambo,” Tsuna called, worry in his voice. “How many times do we have to tell you not to pull these stunts.” Lambo stuck his tongue out at Tsuna.
“Tsuna can’t tell Lambo-san what to do! Lambo-san does what he wants!”
Gokudera cursed at the boy. “Disobeying the tenth again, fucking cow brat!” Gokudera lit his dynamite just as a couple of grenades came flying towards them. The Storm Guardian let out a string of curses, throwing the dynamite and effectively deflecting most of the grenades. A few of the stray bombs hit the bleachers around them. In the mass of smoke the two coughed and choked on the air.
“Lambo-san wins! Ha ha ha!” Lambo pranced around on his perch, spinning around on his toes. It’ wasn’t long though, before he lost his footing. The five-year-old made a nose dive for the ground; the ten-year-bazooka fell from his perm, it’s trigger getting caught on his horn.
BANG!!
Gokudera’s trained ears picked up the sound almost immediately, but with his mind hazy and eyes teared up it didn’t dawn on him until a second too late.
“Tenth!”
Gokudera had never thought he’d ever see his Tenth in that kind of situation, ever. Not even in ten years time. So to say he was stunned was an understatement. He could feel his cheeks flush at the sight of the man. The Twenty-five-year-old Sawada Tsuna sat on the floor in a similar position as his younger self had earlier.
His legs had gotten longer, but he was still short for a fully grown man. The orange jacket he sported had completely slipped off his shoulders, the only thing keeping the article of clothing in place were the quivering fingers gripping at the hems of the sleeves. The top three buttons of his white dress shirt were undone; half un-tucked out of his dark skinny-jeans.
His eyes were slightly glazed over and his lips were swollen and red. A slight whimper left his mouth and he moaned out a name. “Kyouya ~”
Gokudera was appalled. “K-Kyouya?!” he wondered what his precious Judaime had been doing with that Bastard ten years in the future. He had a pretty good idea what (if Tsuna’s tone of voice was any indication), yet he couldn’t help but want to murder his future self for allowing it to happen.
“Hayato…?” Tsuna asked, tilting his head cutely, his eyes clearing the slightest bit.
Gokudera stood stock still for a moment before his anger caught up to him. He produced another batch of dynamite, spun on the balls of his feet and called fiercely, “You fucking cow brat! Where are you?!” The bomber tried finding the small body in the clearing smoke. “Get out here so I can kill you!” Lambo wasn’t there anymore. The boy must have fled when he knew he’d get in trouble. The Italian felt himself boil “Damnit!” this couldn’t get any worse.
“Gokudera Hayato.” The boy chocked, yea he thought bitterly, it just got worse.
A murderous aura engulfed the area around him. He slowly turned his head. Even Tsuna, in his trance like state, snapped his eyes towards the figure of Hibari Kyouya. He let out another, almost inaudible whimper.
“You’re destroying school property. You’ll be bitten to death.”
The prefect stepped closer. His eyes caught Tsuna and gave him a glare.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi, is there a reason why you’re dressed like that on my school?” Tsuna eyed the boy and struggled to get to his feet, lost his balance and fell back down. He let out a wince.
“I expect an answer, Sawada Tsunayoshi.” When Tsuna failed to say anything, you could almost see the vein pulsing in Hibari’s temple. “I’ll bite you.”
Gokudera, who’d been caught up in worrying about his Judaime, startled and took a position in front of the dazed man.
Hibari charged forward, tonfa’s ready, deflecting whatever attack the bomber threw at him. He quickly knocked Gokudera out, inevitable. He charged for Tsuna next. He weapons mere inches from the man’s face when, at least to Hibari, Tsuna did the unexpected.
The Vongola swiftly grabbed the arm poised near his face, bringing it away from his face, and grabbed the Cloud Guardian’s neck simultaneously; forcing the Cloud to his knees in front of Tsuna.
Hibari’s murderous aura dissipated for a second when shock (although he’d never admit It.) overruled his senses, only to be tripled when Tsuna pressed his lips against Hibari’s in an almost feral hunger.
“You’re always teasing me, it’s not fair.” Tsuna mumbled in-between the kiss.
Hibari glared at the boss through silted eyes. Tsuna’s eyes were closed; his cheeks were more flushed than before. Hibari raised his tonfa’s again, to Tsuna’s chest, wanting to push away the unwanted pressure.
Tsuna let out a breathy half-moan at the feel of the metal against his still sensitive skin.
“Kyouya~” He purred, eyes opening to look at the prefect through glazed-over eyes.
Hibari stared at the young boss.
Kyouya.
Sawada Tsunayoshi - Dame-Tsuna- had addressed him by his first name? Hibari glared at the burnet even more. Tsuna ignored the glare; instead, he twined his fingers through the messy, dark hair under his fingers.
His face came forward again, eyes half closed. Hibari wasn’t stupid, he saw the kiss coming. What he didn’t expect was the tentative fingers trailing down his side. He never really expected Tsuna to have the guts- no matter his age; he was after all, a herbivore. The fingers trailed lower, until they brushed along the length of Hibari’s clothed cock. Hibari felt his tonfa’s fall from his hands, as Tsuna prodded his mouth with his tongue.
Hibari clenched his teeth, almost catching the slick muscle between them. He refused to moan. Tsuna pressed down on Hibari’s growing cock with his palm, trying to get a reaction out of the stubborn prefect. When Hibari didn’t react, Tsuna removed his hands, to which the Cloud guardian nearly let out a growl. Instead, Tsuna ran his fingers through Hibari’s hair, pulling him closer. Hibari almost gasped when Tsuna pulled himself onto his lap, his erection pocking the prefect’s stomach.
The Vongola boss pulled tighter against the Guardian, grinding himself against the other body. And Hibari finally let out that moan Tsuna, so desperately wanted to hear.
BANG!!
Hibari’s eyes shot open, and he blinked. The sixteen-year-old Sawada Tsunayoshi sat on his lap with his hair disheveled, wide eyes with tears brimming on the edges and a complexion that was a little more than red. He leaned forward against the cloud Guardian, panting.
His vest had vanished; his shirt was half-open, a trail of red marks trailing down his chest. His pants were pulled down to his knees, his half-hard cock tenting in his boxers.
Hibari looked at the sight and suddenly felt angry. He glared -once again- at the smaller boy. Tsuna, feeling the glare, looked up. His eyes widened even more and he flushed a heavy pink.
“Hi-Hibari-san!” he squealed, jumping up and attempting to run away, only to trip on his pants a fall in front of the temperamental prefect.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi.” Tsuna gulped hearing his name pass through Hibari’s lips in a manner that sent chills up his spine.
“Y-yes?!”
“You’ll come with me to the reception office. Now.”
Tsuna gave a look cross between fear and confusion to the ground.
“You’re going to finish what you started.” He sent one last glare to the terrified boy.
As Hibari stood up, Tsuna noticed the large bulge in the prefects pants. It took a few seconds to register but…
“HIIIIIIIII!!!!!!”
… he got it.
[Extra]
“Maa, Hayato, You’ll catch a cold sleeping here.”
Gokudera grunted, feeling someone nudging him gently. He suddenly shot up, looking around. His eyes met with Yamamoto’s .
“You okay, Hayato?” Yamamoto asked, ever-present smile gracing his face.
“Yakkyu Bakka! How many time do I have to tell you not to call me that? And where’s Judaime?!”
“Why not? It’s your name!” Yamamoto replied cheerfully. “Ah, and Tsuna…” Yamamoto stared at Gokudera and let out a nervous laugh. “I heard some people say Hibari dragged him into the Reception office.”
“What?!”
“Maa, Maa, calm down. Tsuna can take care of himself.” Yamamoto’s eyes glinted evilly. “We can leave without him!”
“What?! No way!” Gokudera protested. Yamamoto suddenly scooped Gokudera up and slung the Italian over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Gah! Let go Yakkyu Bakka! Where are you taking me?!”
Yamamoto ignored the persistent shouting in his ears and whistled a happy tune under his breath as he walked home with Gokudera slung over his shoulder.
Fandom/ Pairing: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!- 1827
Length: One-shot
Rating: R
Genre: Humor, semi-smut
Summary: Tsuna gets shot with the ten-year bazooka *cough*cliched*cough*
Lambo had once again decided to make Tsuna’s life just a little more exciting than it already was.
Tsuna and Gokudera were waiting for Yamamoto by the bleachers of the baseball diamond. Yamamoto asked the two to wait for him, he had some things to sort out with his coach, and he assured that it wouldn’t take too long. At the offer, Gokudera snapped at the Rain Guardian, the Tenth had better things to do with his time. Though when Tsuna said he didn’t mind waiting, Gokudera backed down. Yamamoto flashed the fair haired boy a grin before running off, promising again he wouldn’t take too long.
And so there they were now. Tsuna sat at the bottom bleacher, legs slightly parted, hands resting on the steel bench between them. Gokudera sat beside his beloved Tenth, chin resting on his palms as he glared in the direction Yamamoto went off in.
Tsuna closed his eyes and sighed. Nothing spectacular had happened that day and he had the nagging feeling that something bad would happen. He opened his eyes immediately noticing where his little Thunder Guardian was. I really have to watch what I think. He thought.
The five-year-old had balanced himself on the chain fence surrounding the diamond.
“HIIIII!! Lambo, what are you doing up there! Get down before you hurt yourself!”
“Tsuna! Tsuna! See Lambo-san is amazing!” Lambo laughed, his head thrown back as far as it would go. It was amazing that he didn’t fall right then.
Tsuna jumped up franticly running back and forth in attempt to catch the trouble making boy. “Mou, Lambo,” Tsuna called, worry in his voice. “How many times do we have to tell you not to pull these stunts.” Lambo stuck his tongue out at Tsuna.
“Tsuna can’t tell Lambo-san what to do! Lambo-san does what he wants!”
Gokudera cursed at the boy. “Disobeying the tenth again, fucking cow brat!” Gokudera lit his dynamite just as a couple of grenades came flying towards them. The Storm Guardian let out a string of curses, throwing the dynamite and effectively deflecting most of the grenades. A few of the stray bombs hit the bleachers around them. In the mass of smoke the two coughed and choked on the air.
“Lambo-san wins! Ha ha ha!” Lambo pranced around on his perch, spinning around on his toes. It’ wasn’t long though, before he lost his footing. The five-year-old made a nose dive for the ground; the ten-year-bazooka fell from his perm, it’s trigger getting caught on his horn.
BANG!!
Gokudera’s trained ears picked up the sound almost immediately, but with his mind hazy and eyes teared up it didn’t dawn on him until a second too late.
“Tenth!”
Gokudera had never thought he’d ever see his Tenth in that kind of situation, ever. Not even in ten years time. So to say he was stunned was an understatement. He could feel his cheeks flush at the sight of the man. The Twenty-five-year-old Sawada Tsuna sat on the floor in a similar position as his younger self had earlier.
His legs had gotten longer, but he was still short for a fully grown man. The orange jacket he sported had completely slipped off his shoulders, the only thing keeping the article of clothing in place were the quivering fingers gripping at the hems of the sleeves. The top three buttons of his white dress shirt were undone; half un-tucked out of his dark skinny-jeans.
His eyes were slightly glazed over and his lips were swollen and red. A slight whimper left his mouth and he moaned out a name. “Kyouya ~”
Gokudera was appalled. “K-Kyouya?!” he wondered what his precious Judaime had been doing with that Bastard ten years in the future. He had a pretty good idea what (if Tsuna’s tone of voice was any indication), yet he couldn’t help but want to murder his future self for allowing it to happen.
“Hayato…?” Tsuna asked, tilting his head cutely, his eyes clearing the slightest bit.
Gokudera stood stock still for a moment before his anger caught up to him. He produced another batch of dynamite, spun on the balls of his feet and called fiercely, “You fucking cow brat! Where are you?!” The bomber tried finding the small body in the clearing smoke. “Get out here so I can kill you!” Lambo wasn’t there anymore. The boy must have fled when he knew he’d get in trouble. The Italian felt himself boil “Damnit!” this couldn’t get any worse.
“Gokudera Hayato.” The boy chocked, yea he thought bitterly, it just got worse.
A murderous aura engulfed the area around him. He slowly turned his head. Even Tsuna, in his trance like state, snapped his eyes towards the figure of Hibari Kyouya. He let out another, almost inaudible whimper.
“You’re destroying school property. You’ll be bitten to death.”
The prefect stepped closer. His eyes caught Tsuna and gave him a glare.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi, is there a reason why you’re dressed like that on my school?” Tsuna eyed the boy and struggled to get to his feet, lost his balance and fell back down. He let out a wince.
“I expect an answer, Sawada Tsunayoshi.” When Tsuna failed to say anything, you could almost see the vein pulsing in Hibari’s temple. “I’ll bite you.”
Gokudera, who’d been caught up in worrying about his Judaime, startled and took a position in front of the dazed man.
Hibari charged forward, tonfa’s ready, deflecting whatever attack the bomber threw at him. He quickly knocked Gokudera out, inevitable. He charged for Tsuna next. He weapons mere inches from the man’s face when, at least to Hibari, Tsuna did the unexpected.
The Vongola swiftly grabbed the arm poised near his face, bringing it away from his face, and grabbed the Cloud Guardian’s neck simultaneously; forcing the Cloud to his knees in front of Tsuna.
Hibari’s murderous aura dissipated for a second when shock (although he’d never admit It.) overruled his senses, only to be tripled when Tsuna pressed his lips against Hibari’s in an almost feral hunger.
“You’re always teasing me, it’s not fair.” Tsuna mumbled in-between the kiss.
Hibari glared at the boss through silted eyes. Tsuna’s eyes were closed; his cheeks were more flushed than before. Hibari raised his tonfa’s again, to Tsuna’s chest, wanting to push away the unwanted pressure.
Tsuna let out a breathy half-moan at the feel of the metal against his still sensitive skin.
“Kyouya~” He purred, eyes opening to look at the prefect through glazed-over eyes.
Hibari stared at the young boss.
Kyouya.
Sawada Tsunayoshi - Dame-Tsuna- had addressed him by his first name? Hibari glared at the burnet even more. Tsuna ignored the glare; instead, he twined his fingers through the messy, dark hair under his fingers.
His face came forward again, eyes half closed. Hibari wasn’t stupid, he saw the kiss coming. What he didn’t expect was the tentative fingers trailing down his side. He never really expected Tsuna to have the guts- no matter his age; he was after all, a herbivore. The fingers trailed lower, until they brushed along the length of Hibari’s clothed cock. Hibari felt his tonfa’s fall from his hands, as Tsuna prodded his mouth with his tongue.
Hibari clenched his teeth, almost catching the slick muscle between them. He refused to moan. Tsuna pressed down on Hibari’s growing cock with his palm, trying to get a reaction out of the stubborn prefect. When Hibari didn’t react, Tsuna removed his hands, to which the Cloud guardian nearly let out a growl. Instead, Tsuna ran his fingers through Hibari’s hair, pulling him closer. Hibari almost gasped when Tsuna pulled himself onto his lap, his erection pocking the prefect’s stomach.
The Vongola boss pulled tighter against the Guardian, grinding himself against the other body. And Hibari finally let out that moan Tsuna, so desperately wanted to hear.
BANG!!
Hibari’s eyes shot open, and he blinked. The sixteen-year-old Sawada Tsunayoshi sat on his lap with his hair disheveled, wide eyes with tears brimming on the edges and a complexion that was a little more than red. He leaned forward against the cloud Guardian, panting.
His vest had vanished; his shirt was half-open, a trail of red marks trailing down his chest. His pants were pulled down to his knees, his half-hard cock tenting in his boxers.
Hibari looked at the sight and suddenly felt angry. He glared -once again- at the smaller boy. Tsuna, feeling the glare, looked up. His eyes widened even more and he flushed a heavy pink.
“Hi-Hibari-san!” he squealed, jumping up and attempting to run away, only to trip on his pants a fall in front of the temperamental prefect.
“Sawada Tsunayoshi.” Tsuna gulped hearing his name pass through Hibari’s lips in a manner that sent chills up his spine.
“Y-yes?!”
“You’ll come with me to the reception office. Now.”
Tsuna gave a look cross between fear and confusion to the ground.
“You’re going to finish what you started.” He sent one last glare to the terrified boy.
As Hibari stood up, Tsuna noticed the large bulge in the prefects pants. It took a few seconds to register but…
“HIIIIIIIII!!!!!!”
… he got it.
[Extra]
“Maa, Hayato, You’ll catch a cold sleeping here.”
Gokudera grunted, feeling someone nudging him gently. He suddenly shot up, looking around. His eyes met with Yamamoto’s .
“You okay, Hayato?” Yamamoto asked, ever-present smile gracing his face.
“Yakkyu Bakka! How many time do I have to tell you not to call me that? And where’s Judaime?!”
“Why not? It’s your name!” Yamamoto replied cheerfully. “Ah, and Tsuna…” Yamamoto stared at Gokudera and let out a nervous laugh. “I heard some people say Hibari dragged him into the Reception office.”
“What?!”
“Maa, Maa, calm down. Tsuna can take care of himself.” Yamamoto’s eyes glinted evilly. “We can leave without him!”
“What?! No way!” Gokudera protested. Yamamoto suddenly scooped Gokudera up and slung the Italian over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Gah! Let go Yakkyu Bakka! Where are you taking me?!”
Yamamoto ignored the persistent shouting in his ears and whistled a happy tune under his breath as he walked home with Gokudera slung over his shoulder.