Ficlet... I don't even like Reborn
Jan. 3rd, 2010 12:53 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
imasupermuteantFandom: Hitman Reborn/Saiyuki
Pairing: Gokudera/Dokugakuji
Rating: Hard R
Summary: CRACK. They had to have sex 'cause their names match
Gokudera wasn't quite sure what he'd done to get into this situation.
Certainly there had been alcohol involved, and a shady club, and running out of cigarettes only to have a strangely compelling man offer him his own brand from across the bar. All of these things Gokudera remembered and understood.
What Gokudera didn't understand (or remember, really) was how that combination could have resulted in him having remarkably volatile sex with a complete stranger in the back of an admittedly shitty station wagon on a school night.
"Uhn.." He moaned as the man, broad in the shoulders but otherwise the spitting image of Yamamoto (and wasn't that something that would bother Gokudera for, oh, maybe the rest of his life), slammed into his prostate as he bent the teen nearly in half against the back of the seat.
"Say my name." The man said in a deep, vibrating voice that went straight to Gokudera's cock.
"Hahn. I don't. Fucking. Know. You're name" Gokudera rasped.
There was a chuckle from the man, "It's Dokugakuji. Can you wrap that pretty mouth around it?"
"Doku..."
Dokugakuji was pounding him harder, his thrusts causing the station wagon to rock.
"Ahn! Dokuga..."
Gokudera could feel his orgasm building as Dokugakuji slipped a hand between them to palm his erection.
"Fuck! Doku... Doku..."
"Say it." The larger man commanded.
"Dokugakuji!" Gokudera shouted out, his orgasm hitting him barely seconds later as he came all over his own chest... and Dokugakuji's.
The older man came with a smug smile, rolling into the driver's seat to pull up his pants.
"Well now, that was entertaining." He grinned, "Although I have to admit, you remind me quite a bit of my little brother. Smoking causes cancer, you know."
"Fuck this." Gokudera growled, his mind running tracks around "He looks like Yamamoto", and "did he say brother?" and "I think I have his icky, incestuous come in my hair".
He was out of the car in a flash, with the burly man's laughter ringing in his ears.
Pairing: Gokudera/Dokugakuji
Rating: Hard R
Summary: CRACK. They had to have sex 'cause their names match
Gokudera wasn't quite sure what he'd done to get into this situation.
Certainly there had been alcohol involved, and a shady club, and running out of cigarettes only to have a strangely compelling man offer him his own brand from across the bar. All of these things Gokudera remembered and understood.
What Gokudera didn't understand (or remember, really) was how that combination could have resulted in him having remarkably volatile sex with a complete stranger in the back of an admittedly shitty station wagon on a school night.
"Uhn.." He moaned as the man, broad in the shoulders but otherwise the spitting image of Yamamoto (and wasn't that something that would bother Gokudera for, oh, maybe the rest of his life), slammed into his prostate as he bent the teen nearly in half against the back of the seat.
"Say my name." The man said in a deep, vibrating voice that went straight to Gokudera's cock.
"Hahn. I don't. Fucking. Know. You're name" Gokudera rasped.
There was a chuckle from the man, "It's Dokugakuji. Can you wrap that pretty mouth around it?"
"Doku..."
Dokugakuji was pounding him harder, his thrusts causing the station wagon to rock.
"Ahn! Dokuga..."
Gokudera could feel his orgasm building as Dokugakuji slipped a hand between them to palm his erection.
"Fuck! Doku... Doku..."
"Say it." The larger man commanded.
"Dokugakuji!" Gokudera shouted out, his orgasm hitting him barely seconds later as he came all over his own chest... and Dokugakuji's.
The older man came with a smug smile, rolling into the driver's seat to pull up his pants.
"Well now, that was entertaining." He grinned, "Although I have to admit, you remind me quite a bit of my little brother. Smoking causes cancer, you know."
"Fuck this." Gokudera growled, his mind running tracks around "He looks like Yamamoto", and "did he say brother?" and "I think I have his icky, incestuous come in my hair".
He was out of the car in a flash, with the burly man's laughter ringing in his ears.