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Taken
Title: Taken
Author: Shi-koi
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: X27, aka XanxusTsuna
Warnings: Rape! Forced orgasm.
Notes: Done for the Katekyo Hitman REBORN! Kink!meme which can be found here: http://tablo.livejournal.com/43885.html
The request and where you can find it: http://community.livejournal.com/rebornmeme/479.html?thread=153567
Xanxus/Tsuna
I want Xanxus kidnapping/stealing/borrowing Tsuna. And then...
RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! >D
***smutsmutsmut***
He's been obsessed with the young Vongola Decimo since their fight, first in a sort of vague 'how the hell did he win' way, but increasingly more now in a 'fuck, he looked good half beaten' way. Even though he lost in the end, and the young Vongola won.
It's starting to get ridiculous, and Xanxus knows he can't keep obsessing like this. It's unhealthy.
He can't stop.
He keeps picturing the Decimo in his mind. Disheveled. Bloody. His eyes burning with determination, his slender body tensed and bruised.
It's a beautiful image.
Sawada Tsunayoshi. Tsuna. Even his name evokes a response that would be better suited for lovers rather than enemies.
If those lovers were unusually violent towards each other.
He gets what he wants. Usually. And this time Xanxus knows exactly what he wants, and how to get it.
***smutsmutsmut***
It's easy to pull off. The young Vongola Decimo is too trusting, too naïve to understand Xanxus, and the hand of friendship is simply that, nothing more, to poor, innocent Tsuna.
He made sure to start it off easy. A meal in a fancy restaurant, where he made sure the drink was spiked. Non-alcoholic, but still dangerous. A hotel room, paid for before-hand, in an area where him carrying a sleeping teen would be overlooked as nothing unusual.
No-one would have any idea, until it was too late.
Xanxus undresses his prize first, gently, since there was no reason to be forceful when his prey was unaware of his precarious state, and spread him out on the cool cotton sheets.
He strips off his tie and binds Tsuna's hands to the headboard of the bed, tight enough that only the Decimo's Dying Will strength would be enough to free him, but Xanxus has been careful, he knows Tsuna can't reach that state without assistance, so he's safe.
He pulls up a chair beside the bed, and watches his obsession sleep. It won't be long before he wakes, and the fun would begin.
***smutsmutsmut***
It only takes fifteen minutes for Tsuna's eyes to flutter open, honey dark and blinking in uncertain confusion.
“X-Xanxus...?”
Xanxus doesn't answer. Instead he stands, pushing the chair back. He removes his coat swiftly, then undresses with a firm finality which Tsuna doesn't see, can't comprehend.
He can see Tsuna's eyes widen with a creeping suspicion, his body jerking as he tries to free himself, his breathing stuttering in shallow, frightened breaths.
“Xanxus! What's going on?!” Tsuna cries desperately, and Xanxus can feel his lust rising, harsher and deeper and darker than any daydream or masturbatory fantasy had ever made him feel at the naked fear present in Tsuna's voice.
He loves it.
Xanxus climbs on the bed and straddles his prey, knocking back Tsuna's legs as he does so from where they attempt to kick him. He sits, perched on Tsuna's pale thighs, the heavy weight of his cock pressing against the creamy skin of Tsuna's stomach as he leans forward, one hand fisting painfully in Tsuna's messy spikes of hair, the other harshly gripping the bare flesh of Tsuna's arm as he forces a kiss – Tsuna's first – punishingly deep and violent, against Tsuna's lips.
He drinks in Tsuna's keening cry of pain, moving his hand from Tsuna's arm to grip his jaw, forcing Tsuna's mouth open even wider as he dips in with his tongue, exploring every crevasse of that sinfully delicious mouth. He bites, nips, licks, sucks those reddened lips, and groans with heated excitement at his taste of such a forbidden fruit.
He wants to taste more, and he leaves Tsuna's mouth to follow his jaw, laving his skin with his tongue, sucking on the pulse-point of Tsuna's neck, bruising the tender skin so it blossoms in reds and purples.
His hands trail down Tsuna's sides, his blunt nails scratching thin furrows in Tsuna's pale skin, his hands stopping at the delicate hip bones just below Tsuna's slender waist, and he gets the urge to press in deep, his fingers bruising in their exact shape, two imprinted wings of darkly blushing flesh framing Tsuna's thighs.
He's so hard it hurts, so desperate to mark, to fill, to possess and destroy every aspect of the Tsuna that defeated him that he can barely control himself.
He wants Tsuna to remember this. Forever.
Because of that, he's going to make sure he's not the only one that enjoys this, at least, at first. He wants Tsuna to be forever shamed by his response, wants to mark more than the Decimo's body. He wants to forever leave his mark on his mind.
So he gently prepares him with the lube he brought, his rough hands gentle as he teasingly strokes Tsuna's flaccid cock to full hardness. It's not difficult, Tsuna's a teenage boy after all, full of hormones and sensitive nerves.
He drinks in the sight the young Vongola Decimo makes, his delicate limbs tensed and shaking, his eyes filled with tears, biting his lip as though to prevent himself from sobbing – or begging (either for more of to be released), his chest rapidly rising and falling with each desperate breath, and he can barely take any more, speeding up his movements until Tsuna gasps and wails with release, his body arching off the bed against Xanxus's bare skin.
He waits for a few moments, until Tsuna's shuddering breaths calm slightly, and Tsuna's watery eyes focus on Xanxus's fiercely dark own before he spreads Tsuna's legs and wipes Tsuna's come over his own puckered hole, pressing in one finger deeply into the slightly lax muscle, minutely relaxed from Tsuna's body-wide orgasm.
He doesn't want to make this too pleasant, and he wants to make Tsuna bleed, so he presses in hard, thrusting suddenly into Tsuna's most private place, filling him deeply, harshly, violently and with utter, indescribable pleasure as Tsuna's tight heat grips him.
Tsuna half screams, before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out, which Xanxus isn't pleased with, so he slaps him until he stirs and Tsuna's pain and horror-filled eyes meet Xanxus's own gleeful ones.
Xanxus sets up a hard, fast rhythm. He's waited so long for this that he can't draw it out any longer. He pulls out and thrusts in as deep as he can go, building up the pace until he's panting and seeing stars behind his eyes.
He knew it would be good, but not this good. Not this amazing.
Not this real.
Xanxus comes with a muffled groan, biting into Tsuna's shoulder deep enough to draw blood, and he lays there, nestled against Tsuna's smaller form in a parody of lover's embrace while he gets his breath back.
He had all night, after all.
***smutsmutsmut***
Fin
***smutsmutsmut***
Author: Shi-koi
Rating: Hard R
Pairing: X27, aka XanxusTsuna
Warnings: Rape! Forced orgasm.
Notes: Done for the Katekyo Hitman REBORN! Kink!meme which can be found here: http://tablo.livejournal.com/43885.html
The request and where you can find it: http://community.livejournal.com/rebornmeme/479.html?thread=153567
Xanxus/Tsuna
I want Xanxus kidnapping/stealing/borrowing Tsuna. And then...
RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! RAPE! >D
***smutsmutsmut***
He's been obsessed with the young Vongola Decimo since their fight, first in a sort of vague 'how the hell did he win' way, but increasingly more now in a 'fuck, he looked good half beaten' way. Even though he lost in the end, and the young Vongola won.
It's starting to get ridiculous, and Xanxus knows he can't keep obsessing like this. It's unhealthy.
He can't stop.
He keeps picturing the Decimo in his mind. Disheveled. Bloody. His eyes burning with determination, his slender body tensed and bruised.
It's a beautiful image.
Sawada Tsunayoshi. Tsuna. Even his name evokes a response that would be better suited for lovers rather than enemies.
If those lovers were unusually violent towards each other.
He gets what he wants. Usually. And this time Xanxus knows exactly what he wants, and how to get it.
***smutsmutsmut***
It's easy to pull off. The young Vongola Decimo is too trusting, too naïve to understand Xanxus, and the hand of friendship is simply that, nothing more, to poor, innocent Tsuna.
He made sure to start it off easy. A meal in a fancy restaurant, where he made sure the drink was spiked. Non-alcoholic, but still dangerous. A hotel room, paid for before-hand, in an area where him carrying a sleeping teen would be overlooked as nothing unusual.
No-one would have any idea, until it was too late.
Xanxus undresses his prize first, gently, since there was no reason to be forceful when his prey was unaware of his precarious state, and spread him out on the cool cotton sheets.
He strips off his tie and binds Tsuna's hands to the headboard of the bed, tight enough that only the Decimo's Dying Will strength would be enough to free him, but Xanxus has been careful, he knows Tsuna can't reach that state without assistance, so he's safe.
He pulls up a chair beside the bed, and watches his obsession sleep. It won't be long before he wakes, and the fun would begin.
***smutsmutsmut***
It only takes fifteen minutes for Tsuna's eyes to flutter open, honey dark and blinking in uncertain confusion.
“X-Xanxus...?”
Xanxus doesn't answer. Instead he stands, pushing the chair back. He removes his coat swiftly, then undresses with a firm finality which Tsuna doesn't see, can't comprehend.
He can see Tsuna's eyes widen with a creeping suspicion, his body jerking as he tries to free himself, his breathing stuttering in shallow, frightened breaths.
“Xanxus! What's going on?!” Tsuna cries desperately, and Xanxus can feel his lust rising, harsher and deeper and darker than any daydream or masturbatory fantasy had ever made him feel at the naked fear present in Tsuna's voice.
He loves it.
Xanxus climbs on the bed and straddles his prey, knocking back Tsuna's legs as he does so from where they attempt to kick him. He sits, perched on Tsuna's pale thighs, the heavy weight of his cock pressing against the creamy skin of Tsuna's stomach as he leans forward, one hand fisting painfully in Tsuna's messy spikes of hair, the other harshly gripping the bare flesh of Tsuna's arm as he forces a kiss – Tsuna's first – punishingly deep and violent, against Tsuna's lips.
He drinks in Tsuna's keening cry of pain, moving his hand from Tsuna's arm to grip his jaw, forcing Tsuna's mouth open even wider as he dips in with his tongue, exploring every crevasse of that sinfully delicious mouth. He bites, nips, licks, sucks those reddened lips, and groans with heated excitement at his taste of such a forbidden fruit.
He wants to taste more, and he leaves Tsuna's mouth to follow his jaw, laving his skin with his tongue, sucking on the pulse-point of Tsuna's neck, bruising the tender skin so it blossoms in reds and purples.
His hands trail down Tsuna's sides, his blunt nails scratching thin furrows in Tsuna's pale skin, his hands stopping at the delicate hip bones just below Tsuna's slender waist, and he gets the urge to press in deep, his fingers bruising in their exact shape, two imprinted wings of darkly blushing flesh framing Tsuna's thighs.
He's so hard it hurts, so desperate to mark, to fill, to possess and destroy every aspect of the Tsuna that defeated him that he can barely control himself.
He wants Tsuna to remember this. Forever.
Because of that, he's going to make sure he's not the only one that enjoys this, at least, at first. He wants Tsuna to be forever shamed by his response, wants to mark more than the Decimo's body. He wants to forever leave his mark on his mind.
So he gently prepares him with the lube he brought, his rough hands gentle as he teasingly strokes Tsuna's flaccid cock to full hardness. It's not difficult, Tsuna's a teenage boy after all, full of hormones and sensitive nerves.
He drinks in the sight the young Vongola Decimo makes, his delicate limbs tensed and shaking, his eyes filled with tears, biting his lip as though to prevent himself from sobbing – or begging (either for more of to be released), his chest rapidly rising and falling with each desperate breath, and he can barely take any more, speeding up his movements until Tsuna gasps and wails with release, his body arching off the bed against Xanxus's bare skin.
He waits for a few moments, until Tsuna's shuddering breaths calm slightly, and Tsuna's watery eyes focus on Xanxus's fiercely dark own before he spreads Tsuna's legs and wipes Tsuna's come over his own puckered hole, pressing in one finger deeply into the slightly lax muscle, minutely relaxed from Tsuna's body-wide orgasm.
He doesn't want to make this too pleasant, and he wants to make Tsuna bleed, so he presses in hard, thrusting suddenly into Tsuna's most private place, filling him deeply, harshly, violently and with utter, indescribable pleasure as Tsuna's tight heat grips him.
Tsuna half screams, before his eyes roll into the back of his head and he passes out, which Xanxus isn't pleased with, so he slaps him until he stirs and Tsuna's pain and horror-filled eyes meet Xanxus's own gleeful ones.
Xanxus sets up a hard, fast rhythm. He's waited so long for this that he can't draw it out any longer. He pulls out and thrusts in as deep as he can go, building up the pace until he's panting and seeing stars behind his eyes.
He knew it would be good, but not this good. Not this amazing.
Not this real.
Xanxus comes with a muffled groan, biting into Tsuna's shoulder deep enough to draw blood, and he lays there, nestled against Tsuna's smaller form in a parody of lover's embrace while he gets his breath back.
He had all night, after all.
***smutsmutsmut***
Fin
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