Where It All Began
Title: Where It All Began
Author: shiningdrop
Characters/Pairings: TYL!Hibari x TYL!Ryohei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi. Characters by Amano Akira.
Summary/Kink: This was how Hibari and Ryohei's strange relationship began...
There are times when life brings you something extremely unexpected. For Sasagawa Ryohei, it all started in his first mission in Italy. Circumstances had somehow forced him to partner with the Cloud Guardian in an attempt to storm a new rival family's supposed hideout. A strange combination; what was Sawada thinking? Hibari Kyouya was never Vongola's team player and now for the next few days he was stuck with the distant, bloodthirsty tonfa-wielder.
As cold as he was, the language barrier proved troublesome even for Hibari. Though he would not admit it, the unlikely duo were forced to work together just to navigate the cobble roads and by working together, it meant a metal tonfa threatening Ryohei's throat if he did not find their lodgings before sunset.
As Ryohei would find out, Hibari actually did put his tonfas down. Hibari liked reading in his spare time, although he didn't get to read as much as he wanted thanks to Sasagawa's constant training- punching the air on and on and on. He would ignore it at first but after the third hour of the routine, a frown finally formed as he looked for his weapon.
He would have to make do with a more silent exercise. Still feeling his latest bruise (thank goodness Hibari actually held back to not jeopardise the mission's success), Ryohei decided to do some sit-ups instead. Exercise was his way of clearing his mind, psyching himself to be in the zone for tomorrow's ordeal. At least, he would concentrate better if it wasn't for the Namimori school song playing in the background.
"Here."
Ryohei looked up, surprised to see Hibari in his Japanese robes, handing him a bottle of water and gesturing to drink up. Did he actually care for his current roommate?
"You better not keel over and ruin the mission tomorrow you herbivore," Hibari frowned, dropping the bottle (luckily Ryohei just managed to scramble from his position and catch it). Guess he wasn't so caring after all...
The boxer chugged the bottle of cold water down his throat within minutes, throwing his shirt on his shoulder as he finally paused his training. Sweat trickled down his bare chest as he sat on the couch, only to hear a window open behind him.
"You're stinking up the place," Hibari sighed, throwing a towel straight towards the boxer's face. "Get a shower or I'll bite you to death."
Before Ryohei could protest the Cloud Guardian strengthened his glare. He could tell that Hibari won't take anything else as an answer- he will have his way, partner or not. If in some strange universe they found themselves living together (the situation was very close to that dreadful thought) he could tell he would go crazy. The Sun Guardian looked at the black-haired man, calmly sipping some expensive sake, narrowing his eyes as his patience was being tested.
Hot water streamed down white hair as Ryohei pouted at the new injury stinging at the back of his shoulder. How more bruises would he get if he spent the remaining night with that discipline freak? He let the water droplets pound at his back, flowing down his well-built body as he relished a moment of peace before tomorrow's mission. Then again, maybe he was just buying time before he would face Hibari again, maybe he would be sleeping by now? (Knowing how he preached about discipline, maybe he was one of those early sleepers)
There was an achingly long creak as steam escaped the bathroom door. Ryohei hoped it wasn't too loud, he had heard of Sawada's story of how light a sleeper the Cloud Guardian was. The thought of being bitten to death so soon plagued his simple mind, slowly tip-toeing on the carpet with nothing but a towel on. Okay, so maybe today was a bad day to be messy and leave his bag by the front door.
"What are you doing?"
Ryohei suddenly froze in the middle of his trek to the front door, slowly turning his head to the silhouette of the Cloud Guardian. "You took your time," he lazily sighed, taking another sip of the sake as his loose Japanese clothes slipped off his right shoulder.
A closer inspection revealed a slightly flushed Hibari with a much looser expression than before. Was he drinking all this time? Was he waiting to use the single bathroom or something? Before Ryohei could apologise Hibari stood up and walked towards him, making the boxer automatically flinch for another beating.
"AAAHH!!! DON'T BITE ME TO DEATH TO THE EXTREME OR WE'LL FAIL THE MISSION TOMO-...!!!"
The Sun Guardian was quickly silenced by the scent of sake on his lips as Hibari surprisingly shoved the boxer to the floor. A drunken, hazy stare eyed the boxer's body before attacking Ryohei once more, this time with bites from his mouth as he straddled the idiot in place.
"Wait-...what!?..Hi-Hiba-...!!!"
"Silence, you're too loud."
Nails sunk onto the boxer's skin as Hibari hummed in pleasure as his knee dragged Ryohei's towel away. The Sun Guardian's naked body was now pinned at the mercy of Hibari Kyouya, actually smiling under the shadow of the moonlight as he began to undress himself. (So he goes commando under his robe, can't say that was expected...) Ryohei was scared, not only at the fact he was Hibari's prey but also of the sign of his arousal quickly coming up to brush the Cloud Guardian's inner thighs.
Hibari actually moaned at the greeting as he started to move against Ryohei's skin. His body moved forward to nibble at the boxer's neck, grinning at the vibrations against his teeth when the boxer groaned in pleasure. A hand sneakily grabbed Ryohei's arousal between their rocking hips, stroking it intensely as he breathed down the fool's neck.
The Sun Guardian could easily say that night was one of the most extreme and unexpected moments of his life. He actually forget to breathe for a moment when Hibari's mouth moved down to take in his cock. Was this guy this obsessed about biting things?! His body tensed as his face alternated between breathy moans of pleasure and flinching squeals of pain. If he thought Hibari's teeth was painful then nothing could have prepared him for the next move.
Ryohei gasped as he felt Hibari's erection plow through him in slow but rough movements. Trust Hibari to be extreme and fuck him in the most painful way possible. His fist grabbed the threads of the carpet as his hips were hoisted up while he was on all-fours, bracing the impact of the Cloud Guardian's thrusts. Another moan escaped from Hibari's mouth, letting his drunken self express the pleasure more than he would ever do if he was his sober, closing his eyes at the feel of Ryohei's hot and tight walls. The feeling was more intense when they started to tense up around Hibari, sending shivers down the Cloud Guardian's spine.
The boxer's legs were starting to give way as his pulse doubled in speed, filling his body with a sublime pleasure amongst the pain of Hibari's thrusts. Soon he was on the verges of orgasm, unexpectedly crying out all his muscles tightened around Hibari. This sent the Cloud Guardian over the edge as well, scowling as he lost control, spilling all of himself inside the Sun Guardian. Raw movements soon began to cease as they slowed down to drift in the pleasure, their bodies sinking to the floor as they tried to comprehend what just happened.
The next day did not go as planned, Hibari visibly frowning as he tried to ignore a headache while beating a random thug senseless. Gunshots could be heard in the building as panicked bodyguards fired in all directions, failing to hit the Vongola boxer who sent them flying in the blink of an eye. Fatigued muscles hindered their progress, failing to plow through the fodder in time. Their target had unfortunately made a clean getaway, making Hibari take out his frustration on the unlucky bodyguards. He eyed Sasagawa Ryohei, huffing after he cleared his side of the building.
"I blame this on you, herbivore."
"WHAT?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO FINISHED A WHOLE BOTTLE OF SAKE TO THE EXTREME!!!! I DIDN'T EVEN GET SOME!!!"
"You dare blame me for your shortcomings? I'll bite you to death for that," Hibari glared as he raised his bloody tonfa, only to flash a small smile when the boxer roared to bring it on. He would never admit the haze of last night, despite making future partnerships more tolerable. Soon the thought of the mission's failure to intercept the one they called Millefiore was pushed back in their minds. They'll take responsibility later...well at least, Hibari is sure Ryohei will after this.
Author: shiningdrop
Characters/Pairings: TYL!Hibari x TYL!Ryohei
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Yaoi. Characters by Amano Akira.
Summary/Kink: This was how Hibari and Ryohei's strange relationship began...
There are times when life brings you something extremely unexpected. For Sasagawa Ryohei, it all started in his first mission in Italy. Circumstances had somehow forced him to partner with the Cloud Guardian in an attempt to storm a new rival family's supposed hideout. A strange combination; what was Sawada thinking? Hibari Kyouya was never Vongola's team player and now for the next few days he was stuck with the distant, bloodthirsty tonfa-wielder.
As cold as he was, the language barrier proved troublesome even for Hibari. Though he would not admit it, the unlikely duo were forced to work together just to navigate the cobble roads and by working together, it meant a metal tonfa threatening Ryohei's throat if he did not find their lodgings before sunset.
As Ryohei would find out, Hibari actually did put his tonfas down. Hibari liked reading in his spare time, although he didn't get to read as much as he wanted thanks to Sasagawa's constant training- punching the air on and on and on. He would ignore it at first but after the third hour of the routine, a frown finally formed as he looked for his weapon.
He would have to make do with a more silent exercise. Still feeling his latest bruise (thank goodness Hibari actually held back to not jeopardise the mission's success), Ryohei decided to do some sit-ups instead. Exercise was his way of clearing his mind, psyching himself to be in the zone for tomorrow's ordeal. At least, he would concentrate better if it wasn't for the Namimori school song playing in the background.
"Here."
Ryohei looked up, surprised to see Hibari in his Japanese robes, handing him a bottle of water and gesturing to drink up. Did he actually care for his current roommate?
"You better not keel over and ruin the mission tomorrow you herbivore," Hibari frowned, dropping the bottle (luckily Ryohei just managed to scramble from his position and catch it). Guess he wasn't so caring after all...
The boxer chugged the bottle of cold water down his throat within minutes, throwing his shirt on his shoulder as he finally paused his training. Sweat trickled down his bare chest as he sat on the couch, only to hear a window open behind him.
"You're stinking up the place," Hibari sighed, throwing a towel straight towards the boxer's face. "Get a shower or I'll bite you to death."
Before Ryohei could protest the Cloud Guardian strengthened his glare. He could tell that Hibari won't take anything else as an answer- he will have his way, partner or not. If in some strange universe they found themselves living together (the situation was very close to that dreadful thought) he could tell he would go crazy. The Sun Guardian looked at the black-haired man, calmly sipping some expensive sake, narrowing his eyes as his patience was being tested.
Hot water streamed down white hair as Ryohei pouted at the new injury stinging at the back of his shoulder. How more bruises would he get if he spent the remaining night with that discipline freak? He let the water droplets pound at his back, flowing down his well-built body as he relished a moment of peace before tomorrow's mission. Then again, maybe he was just buying time before he would face Hibari again, maybe he would be sleeping by now? (Knowing how he preached about discipline, maybe he was one of those early sleepers)
There was an achingly long creak as steam escaped the bathroom door. Ryohei hoped it wasn't too loud, he had heard of Sawada's story of how light a sleeper the Cloud Guardian was. The thought of being bitten to death so soon plagued his simple mind, slowly tip-toeing on the carpet with nothing but a towel on. Okay, so maybe today was a bad day to be messy and leave his bag by the front door.
"What are you doing?"
Ryohei suddenly froze in the middle of his trek to the front door, slowly turning his head to the silhouette of the Cloud Guardian. "You took your time," he lazily sighed, taking another sip of the sake as his loose Japanese clothes slipped off his right shoulder.
A closer inspection revealed a slightly flushed Hibari with a much looser expression than before. Was he drinking all this time? Was he waiting to use the single bathroom or something? Before Ryohei could apologise Hibari stood up and walked towards him, making the boxer automatically flinch for another beating.
"AAAHH!!! DON'T BITE ME TO DEATH TO THE EXTREME OR WE'LL FAIL THE MISSION TOMO-...!!!"
The Sun Guardian was quickly silenced by the scent of sake on his lips as Hibari surprisingly shoved the boxer to the floor. A drunken, hazy stare eyed the boxer's body before attacking Ryohei once more, this time with bites from his mouth as he straddled the idiot in place.
"Wait-...what!?..Hi-Hiba-...!!!"
"Silence, you're too loud."
Nails sunk onto the boxer's skin as Hibari hummed in pleasure as his knee dragged Ryohei's towel away. The Sun Guardian's naked body was now pinned at the mercy of Hibari Kyouya, actually smiling under the shadow of the moonlight as he began to undress himself. (So he goes commando under his robe, can't say that was expected...) Ryohei was scared, not only at the fact he was Hibari's prey but also of the sign of his arousal quickly coming up to brush the Cloud Guardian's inner thighs.
Hibari actually moaned at the greeting as he started to move against Ryohei's skin. His body moved forward to nibble at the boxer's neck, grinning at the vibrations against his teeth when the boxer groaned in pleasure. A hand sneakily grabbed Ryohei's arousal between their rocking hips, stroking it intensely as he breathed down the fool's neck.
The Sun Guardian could easily say that night was one of the most extreme and unexpected moments of his life. He actually forget to breathe for a moment when Hibari's mouth moved down to take in his cock. Was this guy this obsessed about biting things?! His body tensed as his face alternated between breathy moans of pleasure and flinching squeals of pain. If he thought Hibari's teeth was painful then nothing could have prepared him for the next move.
Ryohei gasped as he felt Hibari's erection plow through him in slow but rough movements. Trust Hibari to be extreme and fuck him in the most painful way possible. His fist grabbed the threads of the carpet as his hips were hoisted up while he was on all-fours, bracing the impact of the Cloud Guardian's thrusts. Another moan escaped from Hibari's mouth, letting his drunken self express the pleasure more than he would ever do if he was his sober, closing his eyes at the feel of Ryohei's hot and tight walls. The feeling was more intense when they started to tense up around Hibari, sending shivers down the Cloud Guardian's spine.
The boxer's legs were starting to give way as his pulse doubled in speed, filling his body with a sublime pleasure amongst the pain of Hibari's thrusts. Soon he was on the verges of orgasm, unexpectedly crying out all his muscles tightened around Hibari. This sent the Cloud Guardian over the edge as well, scowling as he lost control, spilling all of himself inside the Sun Guardian. Raw movements soon began to cease as they slowed down to drift in the pleasure, their bodies sinking to the floor as they tried to comprehend what just happened.
The next day did not go as planned, Hibari visibly frowning as he tried to ignore a headache while beating a random thug senseless. Gunshots could be heard in the building as panicked bodyguards fired in all directions, failing to hit the Vongola boxer who sent them flying in the blink of an eye. Fatigued muscles hindered their progress, failing to plow through the fodder in time. Their target had unfortunately made a clean getaway, making Hibari take out his frustration on the unlucky bodyguards. He eyed Sasagawa Ryohei, huffing after he cleared his side of the building.
"I blame this on you, herbivore."
"WHAT?! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO FINISHED A WHOLE BOTTLE OF SAKE TO THE EXTREME!!!! I DIDN'T EVEN GET SOME!!!"
"You dare blame me for your shortcomings? I'll bite you to death for that," Hibari glared as he raised his bloody tonfa, only to flash a small smile when the boxer roared to bring it on. He would never admit the haze of last night, despite making future partnerships more tolerable. Soon the thought of the mission's failure to intercept the one they called Millefiore was pushed back in their minds. They'll take responsibility later...well at least, Hibari is sure Ryohei will after this.