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A Dangerous Liaison	By : Herme23 Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 2868 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Me: So, it’s been many a moon since I’ve posted anywhere, and I’m not sure why, seeing as I finished this story over a year ago.

Tommy: You damned lazy—

Me: *Presses on* I guess RL just got in the way—

Tommy: You weren’t DOING ANYTHING—

Me: *Falls to floor dramatically* Oh, whoa is the fate of the struggling artiste!

Tommy: But you didn’t even—

Me: Right, so this story! I actually began this story at the same time that I began “Maybe Just A Little.” In fact, it was scheduled to hit the market first, but that just didn’t work out.

Tommy: *shrugs* Don’t look at me!

Me: That being said, this can actually be seen as a sort of prequel to “Maybe Just A Little,” but I don’t think it’s necessary for you to read that one first, if you haven’t already.

Tommy: It might be fun to, but you don’t have to.

Me: The Warnings for the Following include—

Tommy: Boy-on-Boy luvfest, possible OOC, SM themes—

Me: Whumpage? Is that what they call it? Yamamoto Whumpage? *laughs hysterically at term* Maybe it’s only a Supernatural thing…

Tommy: —slight cursing, Bad Luck Infested Beings, First Time—and hell, prolly a bit Non-Con—

Me: Just a bit: he comes around.

Tommy: —a hospital, and I guess they’re underage, so Underage. *Reviews Papers* I think that’s about everything.

Me: Marvelous! Right-o then, I hope everyone gets a kick outta this story, and I hope to hear from you all: enjoy!

3.Jan.08 - 23.Jul.10

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A Dangerous Liaison

By Herme23

“When I fall in love

I take my time,

There’s no need to hurry

When I’m making up

My mind”

—Jason Mraz, “The Remedy”

Now, not even Yamamoto could ever safely say he was quick on the uptake. More often than not, he never fully understood what was going on at any given time. In fact, he was just beginning to suspect something was not quite spot on about all those mafia games that the Kid, Tsuna and Gokudera were always playing…

And true, some percentage of that could be blamed on his rather easy-going nature, but regardless of all the evidence to the contrary, Yamamoto could say he was pretty sure something was going on with their Cloud Ring bearer. Something that involved him. And he wasn’t sure he liked it.

If he were some sort of masochist, he’d be in Wet-Dream Heaven, but as it was, he was simply in the third bed on the left hand side of Room 217, second floor, of the right wing of the city hospital. His crime?

He coughed.

Well, granted, he did it rather loudly, but it wasn’t his fault he didn’t know Hibari Kyouya, Director of the Namimori High School Discipline Committee, was sleeping just beyond the oak tree. He was hidden by the shrubbery for goodness’ sake! The mistake had cost him his latest trip through the E.R.

When Yamamoto had first arrived in Room 217 one month ago, the other two occupants (a gentleman in his thirties, who recently came down with bronchitis, and an older man, pained by unknown-to-Yamamoto maladies) welcomed him warmly. The second time, three weeks later, the same old man welcome him back, albeit a bit puzzled. The third and current time, two days after Yamamoto left, the old man asked for a transfer stating that Yamamoto was most likely a bad luck infested being and he wasn’t looking to die yet, so now Yamamoto was all alone. And bored.

In actuality, his injuries weren’t too bad this time around (third time’s a charm, and Yamamoto had been able to see it coming and dodge most of the first blows until he had ample space to make a getaway) but the doctor still wanted to keep Yamamoto a few days to make sure he healed properly. That kinda made sense to him, though Yamamoto still couldn’t figure out what an cranial MRI and a visit from the hospital psychologist had to do with checking his bruised ribs.

Unable to do anything about his situation, or indeed figure it out, Yamamoto heaved a sigh and turned his head to look out the window. No matter, he thought as he watched the clouds in the sky through his window, I’m sure things will come along, eventually.

Suddenly, then, Yamamoto heard a click as the door to his room slid shut. Startled, he turned his head to look at the door, all of twenty feet away from him, the magazine he had been browsing through slid to the floor. When Yamamoto looked towards the door, however, there was no one else but him in the dark room. As far as he could tell.

Then, progressing like a scene from a horror flick, the light from his side-lamp behind him clicked off. The rainy season had come to their town, and the clouds in the night sky blocked the moon and stars. Thus, the only source of light now coming into the room was from the streetlamp outside, casting a sickly glow over Yamamoto’s bed. Suddenly then, on his peripheral vision, he caught sight of a long shadow crawling its way across his bed sheet.

Slowly, Yamamoto turned to look back towards the window…and saw a figure standing silhouetted against the window. Yamamoto jerked up into a full sitting position so fast he nearly cracked his forehead on his knees, the hair on his head stood so straight on edge he could have sworn it left his scalp altogether. He opened his mouth to give a shout, but did nothing more than give a muffled yelp as a hand shot out and clamped across it.

“Keep quiet, herbivore, or I’ll bite you to death.”

Once Yamamoto had calmed down enough, he was able to mumble something vaguely resembling “Hibari?” into the palm lying across his lips. Stretching an arm backwards, Yamamoto was just able to blindly find the switch for his side-lamp. Luckily, it came back on and the room took on a slightly less dangerous feel. The lamp gave off a feeble glow, but Hibari’s eyes still winced at the sudden light. Yamamoto had many different thoughts then: vampire, stealthy, cat, predator.

Carnivore, Yamamoto thought with sudden revelation. Is he here to finish the job? He also had an urge to inform Hibari that he, too, consumed meat (in large quantities, in fact, if fish counted) but all further circuitry in his brain was stunted when Hibari’s hand moved downwards from his mouth to grip Yamamoto’s shoulder. That was when things took a turn for the worse. Using his shoulder as leverage, Hibari hoisted himself up onto Yamamoto’s bed…and into his lap.

“You,” Hibari began, and Yamamoto felt himself giving an involuntary flinch at the loaded word. “You’ve got some nerve disturbing my naps, not once but three times.”

“Ah!” Yamamoto said sharply, though he wasn’t exactly sure if it was to ward off the accusation or because of the slight, if comfortable, weight that had so recently been deposited onto him. “Ah, no. No, that was a—a misunderstanding?”

Hibari narrowed his eyes and leaned forward until their noses were scant millimeters apart. “Hn, I’ll believe the first time. After that you were just asking for it.”

Yamamoto swallowed. “For what exactly?” he dared to ask, though he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the answer.

His fear was fruitless, however, because it soon became apparent that Hibari had no desire to answer Yamamoto at all. Hibari reached up and grabbed hold of Yamamoto’s chin. That was when things took a turn for the slightly deranged.

Yamamoto’s eyes widened as he felt a pair of lips descend upon his own. In order to keep from completely shutting down, his mind began a cool analysis of the situation. There was a boy with whom Yamamoto was familiar with sitting in his lap, holding his chin, kissing his lips. The lips were rather cold to the touch, and even felt a bit chapped. Yamamoto’s eyes focused and he found himself staring into a pair of dark, dark eyes. The eyes that paired with those lips. Those things which belonged to the body in his lap. The body which belonged to the guy he was familiar with. That guy being Hibari Kyouya.

Yamamoto jerked back as far as he absolutely could.

Which was all of one foot, his hospital bed being in the reclining position. Therefore it was no great task for Hibari to follow. But this time, Hibari did not seek out Yamamoto’s lips. No indeed, Hibari’s lips followed a curved arc straight for Yamamoto’s neck. Which was fine…well, not fine-fine, but in any case, it gave Yamamoto ample space to use his own mouth to issue a statement clearly publicizing his opinion on this whole affair.

“H-Hibari! Wuh-wah-whut-wait! Wait! What are—I mean—”

Hm, it needed work.

He didn’t have a chance to refine his speech, however, because Hibari chose that precise moment to bite down on Yamamoto’s collarbone.

“Yowch!” was all Yamamoto had to say about that, but then, a shudder ran through his body when he felt Hibari first lick, and then suck on the spot. A shudder Yamamoto wasn’t sure had to do much with terror or disgust at all. “Hi-Hibari,” he tried again, trying desperately to reign in some control.

By this point, Hibari’s hands had moved themselves down Yamamoto’s chest and into his shirt, firmly dragging the rough flesh of Hibari’s palms over the rising nubs there. Yamamoto blinked in shock to find the sensation from that particular action was a nice one. Tickly, but not unbearably so. Yamamoto might have smiled…had Hibari not curled his fingers tightly around his bruised ribs. Yamamoto could have sworn he heard, on top of feeling, the bones groan in protest. Pain flared up briefly before toning down to a dull throb.

After a moment’s breath, Hibari dug his fingers in again and Yamamoto braced himself for the pain. What we did not brace him for was the forceful grinding against his groin.

“Ow-ohh!”

The pain, while still hurting, became somehow sweeter, accentuating the sudden pleasure Yamamoto felt shooting up from his lower body.

Oh my gods! Yamamoto thought. Maybe I AM a masochist!

The pleasure/pain came again, and this time Yamamoto heard a pant. It hadn’t come from him. Looking up, Yamamoto noticed that Hibari’s face was flushed. It seemed Yamamoto wasn’t the only one getting something out of this whole affair.

Yamamoto instantly flushed.

Even thinking the word “affair” made him feel shy, because it was at that moment that he fully realized what was happening. He was about to have an “affair.” Not the cheating-on-someone kind but the kind that needed a special kind of word for it. A…a rendezvous, a liaison, an interlude, a clandestine nocturnal visit…

That is, if Yamamoto allowed it to happen. And suddenly, just like that, the decision fell into Yamamoto’s hands. Above him, as if sensing Yamamoto’s train of thought, Hibari stilled. Waiting. It was obvious, even to Yamamoto, that Hibari expected the next move to be his.

Looking up at Hibari, Yamamoto realized that is because Hibari needed Yamamoto to provide a reason. If Yamamoto allowed this, then Hibari could pretend the reason he did this was because of Yamamoto…but Yamamoto didn’t know if he wanted to be that reason.

He really wasn’t sure how he felt about Hibari, and he didn’t even know if he could grow to love him.

That was the thing about Yamamoto: he never rushed. Even when he tried to get the jump on the Shinigami and do himself in (oh, how foolish he had been in his youth, all those months ago!), it wasn’t exactly a spur of the moment decision. It was rather the rational, long, well-thought out conclusion.

Yamamoto Takeshi never hurried.

Especially not with things like this.

On the other hand…Yamamoto knew that if he refused he would come close, for the fourth (and possible last) time, to death, but he was far more frightened of what would come if he accepted the boy hovering above him. Hibari’s face was passive as per usual, but Yamamoto, either through true sight or self-deception, thought there lay something deep within Hibari’s eyes. He had no idea what it might be, but it looked dark and lonely and desperate, and it enticed him. It positively begged him to chase it, to catch it, to eradicate it, to transform it. And suddenly, with a small effort to lean upwards, Yamamoto kissed Hibari, if only to feel the boy again. He reached up his hand behind Hibari’s neck and tried to pull him downwards for a kiss.

It was like trying to bend a mountain to his will.

It was confusing, to say the least. Didn’t Hibari want this? Yamamoto leaned back and to his surprise Hibari leaned in and began to kiss him. Yamamoto quickly reciprocated and he sat up again. He moved his hands up Hibari’s back and felt the muscles of his slender body moving smoothly beneath his fingertips. It was rather amazing that such a slight body could pack such power. It was this thought that was in Yamamoto’s mind when Hibari tensed a bit.

Hibari turned his head upwards and leaned slightly backwards. Yamamoto ended up kissing Hibari’s neck, then his collarbone, then air. Even in his best physical condition, there was only so far Yamamoto could stretch forward. Finally, his muscles burning, Yamamoto had to give up and he flopped back against his pillows, his hands falling to rest on Hibari’s hips. Hips that had begun grinding against him again. Looking up, Yamamoto found that Hibari was looking at him again.

Okay…now this was frustrating, to say the very least. What did this boy want? He was the one who coerced Yamamoto into doing this, but anytime Yamamoto tried to take a step forward, Hibari would retreat two steps back. What the hell was Yamamoto supposed to do?

C’mon, think, Yamamoto said to himself as Hibari began to nip at his neck. If every time you push he backs away, then… It took phenomenal effort, especially under the kind of pressure Hibari was putting on him, but finally Yamamoto realized that he had to stop pushing. He had to pull. But how do you pull without seeming pushy? Yamamoto had no idea, so he decided to just lay there and do nothing, figuring that this plan seemed to be working thus far anyways.

He was right.

Hibari leaned upwards and began to kiss his lips again. For a moment, Yamamoto merely closed his eyes and tried to drown himself in the sensation. The kisses were surprisingly tender, especially when one considered they were coming from the guy who had put Yamamoto into this hospital bed three times (in as many weeks). As Hibari kissed his way down his neck, Yamamoto hissed as the finger-dancing began on his ribs again. But then, the hip grinding turned up a notch, too. It suddenly occurred to Yamamoto to wonder just how far Hibari was planning to take this. He wasn’t planning to make Yamamoto go—go all the way, was he?

Startled, Yamamoto looked at Hibari’s face again. Hibari took the opportunity to kiss Yamamoto. Yamamoto froze at the decidedly odd, and ticklish, sensation of a warm, wet tongue sliding against his own and suddenly, Yamamoto realized if Hibari wanted to go all the way, then he was more than willing to go all the way there with him. With new motivation, Yamamoto’s hands tugged gently at Hibari’s shirt, easing it up out of the constraints of the boy’s slacks. Phase One went smoothly but Hibari froze when he felt Yamamoto’s hand touching his bare skin.

Oh shit, Yamamoto thought. Maybe he didn’t mean to go this far! But no, then why was he grinding into me? Then Yamamoto remembered something and decided to take a risk. He was risking broken bones, but…

Sliding his hands up the front of Hibari’s shirt, he rubbed his palms against Hibari’s nipples. Hibari’s eyes narrowed dangerously for a moment, and then he gave what could have been considered a small sigh and his body relaxed the slightest bit. Yamamoto almost sighed himself, in relief though, when Hibari began moving against him again. As Hibari swooped down for another round of kissing, Yamamoto gained his first small victory. He gave those small nipples a quick squeeze and Hibari bucked up sharply against him, letting out a small surprised cry, which broke their kiss. Yamamoto grinned.

That was when things took a turn for the slightly desperate.

“Get them off,” Hibari gasped at him.

“What?” Yamamoto intelligently replied.

“My clothes, get them off.”

But before Yamamoto had a mind to comply with, Hibari reached down and pulled the baseball player’s pajama top up as far as he could. The fabric pulled painfully at the skin on Yamamoto’s back, but he ignored it. Finally catching up, Yamamoto took his hands from under Hibari’s shirt and began to try and undo Hibari’s buttons. However, a impeding mix of his own nervousness plus Hibari’s eagerness made progress slow. He sat up in order to try and get a better angle on them. Hibari’s own hands had already skimmed down Yamamoto’s chest and were resting just above his groin, but he stopped in order to help Yamamoto with the shirt.

The Hibari Kyouya Method was to pull and jerk. Yamamoto had already been halfway down but the rest were left to chance: at least 2 popped off, and more were made loose. The last buttons at the bottom were ignored in favor of moving on. At this point, Hibari’s shirt was open enough so that nearly all of his chest and stomach were exposed, the fabric sliding down his left shoulder, and Yamamoto could not help but reach out and touch the porcelain skin.

His breath quickened as he watched Hibari’s small but (heretofore unknown to Yamamoto) erotically skillful hands reached down and began taking off his own belt. The kissing and touching earlier had definitely aroused Yamamoto, but seeing the normally indifferent Hibari tearing off his own clothes while sitting on top of his lap turned him on so much he was surprised he hadn’t already cum by himself.

“You—” Yamamoto gasped. “Do you even know what you’re doing?”

“Of course I do,” Hibari scoffed.

Yamamoto’s eyebrow rose in suspicion. “…Have you—”

Hibari leaned forward in order to pull off his slacks and Yamamoto’s got an up close and personal eyeful of Hibari’s bare chest before his eyes were immediately drawn to his groin.

It took a moment for Yamamoto to remember he had started a question. Hibari’s erection was nearly hidden by his button-up and Yamamoto was absolutely intrigued by it. It was there, but it was hidden from his view…but Yamamoto knew it was there! Somehow it was erotic beyond all measure. “Oh! Uh, have you done this before?” he managed to ask.

There was a snort of laughter. “Of course I haven’t.”

Yamamoto looked up. “Wait…what?!”

But there was no more time for speech, it seemed, because Hibari chose that moment to yank down Yamamoto’s pajama bottoms. Yamamoto sucked in a sharp breath as the cool air of the room collided with his overly sensitive skin, but then the feel of another person’s hand on his bare skin drove his senses into overdrive. Yamamoto’s back dropped heavily back upon the pillows of his bed and he gasped. Hibari was staring at him through narrowed eyes, his thin mouth set into a small smile that had nothing to do with happiness, but Yamamoto couldn’t be bothered with it. The pleasure was incredible and it urged him to touch the other boy in return.

Hibari’s eyes widened when he felt Yamamoto’s hand on him, and though his first instinct was to pull away, the sensations from Yamamoto’s rough hands were too good to simply abandon. His hand left Yamamoto and instead, he rested them against the other boy’s shoulders and concentrated upon his own pleasure.

Yamamoto stared unabashedly at Hibari, lost in passion as he was. He was being given almost complete freedom over Hibari’s body and Yamamoto took advantage of it. Sitting forward, Yamamoto leaned down and caught one of the rosy nipples that were peeking out through the open shirt between his lips. Hibari gave a low gasp and one of his hands began pushing something into Yamamoto’s.

Pausing in his ministrations, Yamamoto looked down to see a tube of lubricant in his hands. He looked disbelievingly at the tube. “Where did you get that? No, how did you know?” he asked, but then he gasped. Hibari had done this before! He had lied to him!

“I’m not an idiot like you. I know how this works.”

“Well, how did you know I’d just go along with this!?”

Hibari gave Yamamoto A Look, and Yamamoto sighed. Was he really that much of a pushover? He felt waves of self-loathing on the horizon, but just then Hibari began to talk.

“I’ve never allowed anyone to touch my body before and I don’t know why I am now but if you don’t hurry up and do just that, you’re going to be hurting ten times more than ever before.”

Yamamoto was startled. Both by the threat and its delivery. Hibari had a way of talking that threatened people out of their wits but required no use of exclamation marks. Monotony served him. And yet, here he was, being threatened, and somehow, inexplicably, Yamamoto was excited.

Oh, for goodness’ sake, Yamamoto was obviously a glutton for punishment, a definite masochist, because he was so damn turned on by—

Thought cut off, Yamamoto accepted without any argument the kiss that Hibari engaged him in, and blindly he snapped open the tube and squeezed some of the thick gel onto his fingers. Not so easily, he found his way to the opening of Hibari’s body. Clumsy and unsure, Yamamoto pressed two of his fingers against and then inside.

Hibari hissed. “Slower, slower…”

Yamamoto realized then that Hibari must have seriously wanted this, otherwise he’d be dead already. After all, previously he had warranted severe beatings merely by disturbing Hibari from afar. Still, Yamamoto couldn’t blame the guy: he was fairly in pain himself with the intense throbbing of his own erection. Worse still, Yamamoto had a growing fear that if Hibari changed his mind and simply beat him senseless, Yamamoto might get off on that alone!

Slowly, Yamamoto’s well-slickened fingers made their way deeper and deeper into Hibari. Yamamoto realized that he should, by all rights, be feeling strange about all this, maybe even disgusted, but try as he might, he could summon no other feelings except those of desire, need, desperation and lust. He wasn’t even sure what it was about Hibari, seeing as he had never really thought of the other boy, and when he did, it was certainly never in a sexual way.

Now, however, everything about Hibari screamed sensual to Yamamoto. His hands, so powerful when they gripped their tonfa, seemed so small as they gripped onto Yamamoto’s shoulders. The thin mouth, always disapproving of Yamamoto and his friends, was hanging open, quick panting breaths puffing up against Yamamoto’s cheek. Every so often, a small sound would issue from the parted lips and Yamamoto crushed Hibari’s body to him, wanting to steal a kiss.

The sudden tensing of Hibari’s body was startling, not to mention the expletive that burst from his mouth. Hibari’s entire body became one solid hard muscle and Yamamoto was startled as the muscle tightened around his fingers. He couldn’t figure it out, here he was with his fingers in Hibari’s most private of places, and yet, Hibari’s true complaint was that Yamamoto had…had…what had he done? Was it because he had kissed Hibari without “permission”?

He tried to reason it out…but then Hibari spoke.

“Just hurry up will you?”

Yamamoto blinked. “You—you mean, you want me to—”

“Hurry up, herbivore.”

Yamamoto sighed and raised an eyebrow. Yeah, Hibari was definitely a mystery. And he’d have to figure him all out…later. Yamamoto grinned. Now that was something he could become a pro about! One way or another, Yamamoto was going to become the Authority on all things Hibari Kyouya.

Starting now.

Resuming his ministrations, Yamamoto shifted his fingers. He paused when Hibari gasped loudly, his body tensing in that same way again, but with a glance at his face, Yamamoto decided it wasn’t pain. Yamamoto began shifting his fingers again and realized that Hibari gasped loudest whenever he touched a certain area inside of him. Taking his fingers out, Yamamoto squeezed more lubrication from the tube and lathered himself up good. Reaching out for Hibari Yamamoto found his hands being shoved aside. Instead, Hibari reached back and took hold of Yamamoto’s erection and guided himself down onto it.

At first, Yamamoto tried to help by placing his hands on Hibari’s hips, but they kept being slapped away, and finally Yamamoto could spare little thought for the other boy as he found his most sensitive part being enveloped in a heat so tight it was near to being painful. Hibari must have been feeling some of that, but his face betrayed little.

Finally, Hibari was as far down as he could be and he paused. He was breathing heavily and his eyes had scrunched closed, but they shot wide open as he felt a hand on his cheek. Looking down, he found that Yamamoto had been unable to resist touching him somehow. His eyes narrowed but he allowed the touch.

Yamamoto raised his other hand and cupped Hibari’s other cheek. He touched Hibari’s cheeks and neck for a moment, before stretching his hands back and threading his fingers through the dark black hair.

As for Yamamoto, he had no way of knowing Hibari’s own reasons for doing what he was, but whether it was for love or not, Hibari Kyouya was screwed. And not just literally. He had involved the newly remodeled Yamamoto “Never-Gives-Up” Takeshi, and one way or another, Yamamoto was going to bring Hibari around.

He only hoped Hibari knew what he was asking: once Yamamoto was in, he was in for life.

Hibari felt an unfamiliar shiver run through his body as the tips of Yamamoto’s fingers ran along the roots of his hair and unconsciously, Hibari leant down and pressed his lips against Yamamoto’s. As soon as their lips touched, Hibari began moving himself against the younger boy, forcing movement inside him. The rhythm began slow and tentative, but quickly built up to a furious pace. Their kiss became frantic and neither of them could keep from gasping, though they manage to suppress most of their moans.

Yamamoto had touched something inside of Hibari. Hibari didn’t mean some idiotic emotion, but a physical place inside of Hibari’s body that caused pleasure to crawl through his nerves like honey: he knew it when he felt it, but Hibari couldn’t find it and didn’t know how to ask for it, but all the same the friction inside of him felt amazing.

Yamamoto could definitely agree on that point. His breathing was fast and it strained his bruised chest. Hibari’s hand on his shoulders, finger digging into his flesh, was just as painful, but Yamamoto wouldn’t have spoken against it for anything in the world. His hands slid down Hibari’s body and soon they were pulling at Hibari’s hips, urging him to move harder and faster. In the midst of it all, Yamamoto found Hibari much more willing to let Yamamoto guide him. Moving his hand down, Yamamoto reached underneath the hem of Hibari’s shirt and gripped his erection. Yamamoto began stroking it as he moved his hips up against Hibari.

Unexpectedly, Hibari bit down on Yamamoto’s tongue, forcing a small cry of surprise from Yamamoto. The bite wasn’t hard, and it certainly didn’t do in Yamamoto to death like Hibari had always promised, but it did catch Yamamoto off guard. Yamamoto didn’t have much time to muse upon it, however, as Hibari came at that moment, his inner muscles squeezing Yamamoto with such force that he cried out into Hibari’s mouth as he joined him in bliss.

Hibari himself had given a soft moan and he gripped Yamamoto’s torso with his thighs; his hands had moved up and caught themselves in the short hair of the boy beneath him. When the last of the pleasure and tension had left him, Hibari collapsed onto Yamamoto.

Yamamoto gave a soft gasp at the blunted pain Hibari caused as he fell onto his bruised ribs. That pain, however, was miniscule when compared to the intensity of what had just passed. Still feeling it, and already remembering it, Yamamoto couldn’t help the rush of affection he sudden felt towards his older schoolmate, and he lifted his hands to run his fingers through Hibari’s hair again. He kissed at Hibari’s temples and cheeks until Hibari swatted him away.

“Stop that,” Hibari said as he lifted himself off of Yamamoto.

Yamamoto grinned and readjusted his clothing. He grimaced a bit at the stickiness but resigned himself to simply living with it until he could shower in the morning. “What’s the matter?” he asked Hibari. “Don’t you love me?”

The cuff upside the head was nearly the last thing he knew. White flashes swam in front of his eyes, which were watering from the pain. He wouldn’t be in a hurry to ask that again!

Then as suddenly as he came, Hibari was gone. Yamamoto lay back against his bed and sighed. After a while his heart rate returned to normal and he grinned to himself in the dark. Hibari would be back, one day, of this Yamamoto was certain. And little by little, Yamamoto would draw the pain and loneliness from Hibari’s eyes. He would make it so that the only thing reflected within those eyes would be Yamamoto himself. Yes, that’s it, Yamamoto would be the reason.

The reason Hibari would come back, the reason Hibari would seek him out, the reason Hibari would kiss him.

Yes, Hibari would be back. Yamamoto only hoped it was soon. Or else, he would have to hunt down Hibari.

Yes indeedy, Yamamoto thought. This herbivore will hunt down his carnivore. Just you wait.

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Author’s Note: Yamamoto Takeshi is one strange duck. At least, he is to me. He’s a difficult POV to write from. Comparatively, Hibari was a breeze! I think, mainly, because Hibari and I are alike in many ways. Yamamoto’s emotions are harder for me to pinpoint, though I tried my best. I’ve no way of really knowing for sure, so I think I’ll leave it to your discretion. Well, if you’ve made it this far, thanks for stickin’ with me. Feel free to leave a comment, good or bad, they’re always welcome!

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