Katekyo Hitman Reborn (Hibari (Kyouya)/Dino) [Week 2 - Prompt 6] Title: aviy haet titling things Author: Aviy Rating: Not For Chilluns Warnings: porning, bloodplay, teeth Word Count: 4,513 and I hate EVERYTHING Author's Notes: This fic caused SO MUCH RAGE also ENTIRELY INSPIRED BY THIS ONE PANEL
It should have been fine, with his whip securely wrapped about Kyouya's legs and wrists, tying him from behind, and then pulled taut in Dino's fist. Even Kyouya's sheer tenacity couldn't get him easily out of that situation, and when Dino had straddled him, his free hand pinned Kyouya's shoulder to the ground just in case. He'd only been training the boy for a week, but if Dino was a little clumsy in certain circumstances, he still had more than enough brain cells to rub together to figure out the obvious. Kyouya was incredibly dangerous in general, and would be, if possible, even worse if he escaped from this.
Dino hadn't been serious about his teasing threats either, though he couldn't deny it was tempting when Kyouya was tied up and... no, not helpless but perhaps manageable under him. He was still quite sure he wouldn't have gone through with it, less because of the morality of Kyouya only being in middle school -- though he'd heard from Reborn that there was some discrepancies on that -- and more because at some point he would have to let Kyouya go and at that time he really didn't want to be bitten to death.
Still, in retrospect, he probably shouldn't have suggested it at all. No matter how easy it had been to slide a hand into his pupil's hair and ghost their lips together.
Well, maybe that would have been all right too. In retrospect the unfortunate turning point was probably when, after Kyouya unsuccessfully tried to bite him during that first bare kiss, Dino did it again, only solidly. No tongue, of course, he really wasn't suicidal. But Kyouya was attractive, in looks but far more so in vitality, in the challenge, and Dino supposed he had given in a little too much for a little too long.
Dino did get bit during that second kiss, but it'd seemed like a fair trade to him. Up until Kyouya had said "You'll lose this way too" and Romario had decided on his own that his boss must want some alone time.
There was a short, but immediate moment of panic in the back of his mind when Dino realized his subordinate had excused himself while he was busy with Kyouya, but he’d tried to keep it together anyway. His pupil was well bound with Dino’s own whip, and even at less than half his normal ability he’d thought he could handle that. He couldn’t possibly have anticipated that a bird would take flight behind him at that moment, and startle him into falling forward, where only two layers of clothing kept Kyouya's instantaneous next bite on his shoulder from drawing blood. But the had still hurt, and Dino's grip on his whip loosened just enough. Once Kyouya had gotten that first hand free, even Dino could admit it had been pretty much over.
He’d gotten a punch then, right on his cheek and almost hard enough to unhinge his jaw, it was hard to believe Kyouya bothered to rely on weapons at all with a fist like that. It was going to leave a bruise for weeks, Dino thought, but at least it’d be an understandable one. Even the numerous cuts on his lips he could say were from too many hard hits from his student’s tonfa, but explaining away the bite marks on his neck would be more difficult. Things like that, they were bit distinctive, and Dino was pretty sure this one had drawn blood, though it was really hard to say at the moment. The pain wasn't as bad as actually fighting Kyouya – not that Dino was really counting on that to last – and it was impossible to not weigh in the scorching heat at his neck and the soft press of Kyouya's tongue that were strangely refreshing next to the use of teeth.
"Kyouya," Dino formed the name carefully. It wouldn't do to stutter or gasp in this situation. Kyouya might mistake him for a weak animal and seriously kill him. "Kyouya, you know about this sort of thing too?"
No answer came, and Dino's smile stretched, though even he couldn't quite laugh in this situation. It was still so characteristic of his pupil. Completely ignoring him, even like this.
Leaning back, Dino braced his shoulders against the tree behind him and jutted his hips forward until the small of his back wasn’t driving his bound hands into the bark. He wasn’t’ really expecting much luck, but just the same Dino pulled his wrists apart as much as he could and bent his fingers awkwardly, trying to find a way to unbind himself when he already knew it wouldn’t work. Technically, it wasn't actually Kyouya's fault that Dino’s hands were tied in the first place. That was the result of making a last ditch attempt to defend himself after Romario had already left. Somehow the whip had sprung back at him, wrapping around his hands behind his back. It just bad luck, really. But Kyouya had picked up the whip and Dino ended up against a tree, and now bark was leaving harsh scratches along his palms and wrists while Kyouya left other sorts of marks on his neck.
Dino took a slow breath and felt his pulse lift against Kyouya's tongue. That was really too likely to become distracting quickly. Dino decided to try again, "How about untying me now, okay? We don't really have do something like this." Or at least if they were going to do it, he would have liked to have his hands free.
Again Kyouya still didn't answer, but did at least look up from what he was doing. Dino saw blood on his lips. He was going to have to see a specialist in the family about this later, it'd be bad if the Tenth of Cavallone had these sorts of scars.
"What do you say?"
Kyouya lifted one hand to brush Dino's blood off his lips, then licked the smear from the back of his hand. "If you're going to withdraw, then I'll just bite you to death now."
Dino smiled. Kyouya was really going for it, and Dino shouldn’t be enjoying that all. But it was hard to say that his student’s taste for blood wasn’t far more appealing like this. "At least free my hands."
"No," Kyouya said, and apparently that was the end of any and all discussion, because he pulled hard and low at the whip in his hand until Dino didn't have any choice but to bend awkwardly at the knees, leaning back against the tree for balance. It was uncomfortable and Dino would have fallen over completely in a heartbeat if not for Kyouya right in front of him and the tree right behind, but this way Dino was forced a few inches shorter and Kyouya could kiss him without having to tilt his head up at all.
It was surprising to find that Kyouya really could kiss, though it shouldn't have been after the boy had already gone this far. But even if Kyouya’s staple threat of pain was still there in every touch, just waiting to be employed, he wasn't limited to it. Their tongues met, and Dino knew better than to hold back when Kyouya was apparently seeing this as a challenge as well, so he slid his tongue into the mouth that meshed against his and over teeth that still tasted of his own blood. The kiss was short, but while it lasted, hard enough to bruise, hard enough to reopen the recent cuts that had been bit into Dino’s lips. So when they pulled away he was careful to bite down on Kyouya’s lip so that it bled too, and when he slid his eyes open was rewarded by the small rise in the corners of his student’s mouth. It wasn’t quite a smile by most people’s standards, but the closest thing Kyouya seemed to have to one. Until now, Dino had only seen it when they were both torn and half exhausted from a fight.
Dino licked Kyouya’s blood off his own lips and let out a small breath that was almost a laugh. Well.
The smile curved up just a bit more, and Dino knew well enough to take that as a warning. It still didn’t prepare him for Kyouya unfurling an extra foot or two of the whip’s length, and then bringing his foot down on the middle of the line. The sudden pull dragged Dino instantly to his knees, and even then the tautness of the whip was so much that he had to roll his shoulders back and lower his wrists as far as he could unless he wanted to completely lose blood circulation to his fingers.
Dino hissed and grit his teeth, this pain was far more uncomfortable than the cuts or bruises. “You’ve done this before.”
Predictably, Kyouya didn’t respond to that either. Instead he used his free hand to unzip his fly, and Dino was a bit surprised to see his student was already half hard. Judging by his facial features, Kyouya didn’t look aroused, merely entertained. But then, to him, Dino supposed they could be one in the same.
Shifting his arms back again, until it almost felt like he might be double jointed in the shoulders, Dino raised his eyes up to Kyouya’s and slanted a calm smile up at him. He preferred to be on his knees before a woman, but the only thing truly uncomfortable about this was the inappropriate use of his own whip. “Should I bite there too?”
“You can try,” Kyouya tilted his head to the side, his eyes lowered. “You’ll bleed to death first.”
Dino let out another soft laugh. “That’s what I thought.”
It was a difficult position, which was probably the way Kyouya preferred it. It meant Dino had little control. He couldn’t lean forward or any further backward and if Kyouya felt like it Dino was more than aware that a sharp pull at his whip would jerk his arms down and his head painfully against the tree. He didn’t really plan to invite that and so didn’t protect when Kyouya took half a step forward until the head of his cock pressed against Dino’s lips.
He opened his mouth to it without hesitation, and when Kyouya rocked forward Dino slid his tongue under the length, pressing hard along the vein.
At first Dino didn’t bother to check if his pupil was enjoying himself. He was almost certain there wouldn’t be any obvious signs anyway, and it was at least distracting enough for himself to concentrate entirely on this. Not on bringing Kyouya pleasure, which would happen or not happen at Kyouya’s will more than his own, but on his own arousal. On the circumstances, this position, the traitorous use of his weapon. On the blood he could feel still trickling warmly down to his collar, and on the hardening cock that was filling his mouth with a taste Dino suspected he wouldn’t forget until long after these weeks of training were over.
He wasn’t a masochist, and didn’t technically count this as a loss, but there was still a matter of control being stolen from him and used in unexpected ways, and that was enticing. So when Kyouya rocked back out of his mouth and Dino sucked at the length until it was nearly past his lips, he knew that if he could he would have leaned back into it immediately, to taste more and take more and maybe test Kyouya’s limits by scraping his teeth over the sensitive skin.
Not that it was long before he had the chance anyway. Kyouya wasn’t in a hurry, but was also anything but a time waster. He pushed in further this time, and Dino held his head higher to accommodate, and when he pulled out Dino did use his teeth. They slid easily over the slick skin, with enough firm pressure to be almost a threat but still not to quite cut, and Kyouya drew in a breath sharp enough that Dino could hear it over the slow pounding his own ears. He glanced up then, and was more than a little pleased to find that you could in fact tell when Kyouya was enjoying himself. He actually flushed rather heavily in a way he didn’t do when fighting, though his eyes were still focused and undoubtedly he was still prepared to stop and simply kill Dino at any time.
It was the sort of thought that made him want to smile, but the situation didn’t really allow it. Dino instead shifted forward an inch or so, all he could manage, and dragged with his teeth again. Kyouya didn’t make any sound this time, but Dino tasted precome and rolled his tongue across the slit until there was more.
After that Kyouya seemed to lose interest in taking his time, and set up a rhythm Dino didn’t have any choice but to comply to. Kyouya rocked in until Dino might have gagged if he hadn’t been expecting it, and out until the head was the only thing left for Dino to draw his tongue over. And then they’d do it again, only faster.
Neither made much noise; Kyouya’s breaths became slightly more erratic while Dino’s remained long and steady, dragged in through his nose. But he could feel his own erection pressing against his silk boxers; blue, with a four hundred something thread count and not doing his contained arousal any favors at the moment. He sucked at the length in his mouth until his lips felt sore and in the back of his mind wondered if there was any chance Kyouya would return the favor. Then wondered instead when Dino had started to think putting delicate instruments in his student’s mouth was a risk worth taking.
Dino was trying to find the focus to consider the intelligence of that – but kept getting distracted by just the idea of Kyouya’s mouth -- when Kyouya’s cock pulled completely out of him and a hand curled tightly in his hair. Dino licked at his own swollen lips. He looked up at Kyouya, questioning. His pupil was obviously close, but didn’t want to finish it yet. Dino wasn’t sure if that was good fortune or not.
“Get up.”
Dino chuckled, feeling a little breathless now that he had the chance to really catch it. “So demanding.”
Kyouya lifted his foot that was anchoring the whip and rolled in the slack with one hand while yanking up on Dino’s hair with the other. Dino scrambled clumsily to his feet, tripped, and would have twisted an ankle but Kyouya hadn’t let go his hair yet. By the time Dino was steadily on his feet his shoulders and scalp hurt as well, and he thought his hands must be purple from the way they ached and tingled under the effect of finally getting decent circulation again. It all went along very well with the bite on his neck and the bruise on his cheek. But for some reason all Dino could really focus on was the few drops of blood running down the corner of Kyouya’s mouth from where Dino’d bit him before.
“Come here,” Dino said, and noticed that his voice was low and perhaps embarrassingly husky.
Kyouya arched a cool eyebrow at that command, but after a moment tilted that certain smile of his and complied, and as soon as he was close enough Dino leaned off of the tree and clapped their mouths together.
It was hungrier this time, on both their parts, though Dino supposed he was worse. But it wasn’t for the blood, even if he immediately dragged his tongue over that anyway, but because he wanted to make Kyouya taste himself. So he ran their tongues together, and his own into Kyouya’s mouth, and bathed every surface he could reach with the taste of his student’s own cock until Dino noticed the bark of the tree was digging into his hands and back as Kyouya forced him up against it and explored his mouth with the same hunger Dino had begun with.
He groaned; he couldn't have helped it if he had bothered to try, and he really wasn't bothering at this point. Obviously Dino hadn't given his student enough credit in this area and he was willing to accept it as a lesson learned. This was no longer something amusing and indulgent, but now a want that was escalating quickly to a need. So Dino moaned his appreciation in the back of his throat and raked his teeth over Kyouya's drying lip wound until it bled freely and only pulled away when breathing absolutely had to take priority again. Kyouya continued to pin Dino to the tree without a single touch other than that of his mouth, and didn’t seem to be satisfied until not a single smear of either’s blood was left on Dino's lips. Only then did he finally lower his hand to the button of Dino's pants.
The button came undone easily, despite Dino's erection tenting the fabric. They'd always been too loose anyway. And Kyouya, being Kyouya, pulled down both pants and boxers without ceremony. Actually, Dino was grateful – even if his pants weren’t very restricting he felt immensely better with them finally gone -- but it still gave him a moment to appreciate the matter-of-fact manner in which he was being completely taken advantage of. He was too much of the wrong kind of excited to laugh at it, but he still managed what felt like a tired grin that didn't stop even when Kyouya jerked at the whip and pulled him away from the tree.
Kyouya was perhaps getting a bit too used to Dino’s bad sense of balance – they were really going to have to do this again sometime when Romario was still around – because as soon as he was dragged, stumbling away from the tree, Kyouya stuck out a foot and tripped him up at his ankles. Dino was just preparing for how badly it was going to hurt to tumble to the forest floor in his current condition when a strong hand grabbed him by the neck, pivoted him around slammed him back against the tree.
Dino winced as the bark scraped across his already bruised cheek, and shifted his face to rest against a bald spot of the trunk. “Still such an unruly student.”
The hand at Dino’s neck slid down to his hips, which jutted back, safely away from the rough bark. “You talk too much,” Kyouya said, and Dino felt a warm nudge at his entrance as Kyouya’s cock pushed against his ass.
Dino swallowed hard and resisted the urge to rock back. The bites had their own sort of appeal, but he really isn’t that into pain, and there was no way the spit from early hadn’t already dried. “Kyouya,” Dino said, swallowing. “Don’t do it dry, okay?”
“I was going to use your blood.”
Kyouya’s sense of humor was bad as usual. “Something else.”
There was a pause, and Dino worried Kyouya might really want to make him bleed for it, but with a shift Kyouya’s weight pressed against his back and three fingers slipped between his half parted lips.
Dino lowered his eyes as Kyouya’s fingers pushed far back into his mouth. His stomach tightened as they reached the back of his throat and he drew his head back, half an inch, but enough to give himself a little room to breathe. He didn’t mind the memory of the blowjob, but would rather continue onto the next part. Taking a slow breath around the fingers, he then closed his lips over them and wove his tongue between each. Nonsense figure eight patterns, up, over and around, until they were all slick with his saliva. When Kyouya withdrew his hand spit formed threads between each pale digit, and if it wasn’t as slick or cool or as lasting as lube Dino figured it would be good enough.
Out of the corner of his eye, Dino could just make out Kyouya’s movement if he shifted to the side. He half expected his student to shove him back into the most uncomfortable position he could, but maybe he’d decided Dino must have learned his place. That wasn’t how Dino saw it; being trained by Reborn similar guaranteed a certain flexibility in one’s life. Behind him, Dino watched Kyouya use the saliva on his hand to slick up the head and length of his cock, eyelashes lowering minutely as he touched himself, and then attention turning back to Dino.
Dino nodded back at him, not that he really believed his untamable shrew would have waited for permission, and braced himself against the tree as Kyouya’s cock pushed into him.
It still burned the way stretching muscle always did, especially without any recent preparation, but it hurt far less than a great many other things they’d done to each other all week, so Dino didn’t have any complaints at the moment. And once it was in all the way and, surprisingly, Kyouya allowed Dino a moment to relax, the burn subsided in favor of something else. Not any direct, undeniable pleasure but none-the-less a feeling that made Dino breathe hard and push back into it. Probably, Kyouya was smirking, which didn’t seem so bad as long as it meant he was watching. Dino licked at his lips and tasted his own blood from one of the still raw bite wounds.
It was only a few seconds Kyouya gave Dino to steady himself, Dino didn’t look to see if Kyouya had also needed those few seconds; he suspected he’d rather not know. But when they passed it was as if they’d never been. If his student made allowances he still certainly wasn’t gentle, and as he rocked back and then forward, he didn’t bother working his way up from a gentle pace.
Dino could feel hands holding his hips with a bruising force, the handle of his whip still trapped under one of them, and every time Kyouya fucked him the strength behind their grip increased for just a moment. It was a bizarre sort of vindication that Dino fixated on at first, a sign like the flushed cheeks and rare half-tilt of the mouth that proved his student was not so mechanical as he appeared. That fact was enough to make him grin despite the sharp bark that cut into his cheek also each time he was shoved forward. At least until Kyouya subtly shifted the angle of his movements and Dino started forgetting to notice any other sensation at all.
He didn’t notice the moan that escaped his throat this time, or the blood on his lip or the pants still half tangled around his ankles. The forest, too, ceased to exist, along with the fresh air and the constant white noise of bird-sounds. Dino might have failed to remember Kyouya as well if not for the solid, unmovable fact in the back of his head telling him that was a Bad Idea. So while Kyouya’s cock drove into him, overriding any possible pain with a sudden, searing pleasure, in Dino’s mind’s eye he could still see the same confidently aware smirk playing over the flushed features of his violator’s face.
That image blurred and half-faded as Dino lost the focus to hold it, and for a few too-short and still seemingly endless minutes it was all he could do, all he could want, to rock with the pace Kyouya had set. He thought, at one point, he might have begun to pull uselessly at his restraints again. Not for the thought of escaping but because he would have really liked to use his hands to help things along, but when they didn’t move at his will and trying to force them caused nothing but a spike in the constant thrum of pain coming from his wrists, Dino gave up on them again. Forgot them again. Kyouya wasn’t kind enough to pull a satisfyingly rough palm over Dino’s erection, but if they kept going like this Dino thought he would manage anyway.
When Kyouya came he didn’t make a sound, but there was a staggered shift in their pace that upset Dino’s balance and would have left them both sprawled, ungainly, on the forest floor if Kyouya’s hands hadn’t remained steady at Dino’s hips. And for a moment at least, Dino didn’t recognize that it was bad his student had stopped holding himself back. They didn’t stop immediately, Kyouya still fucked into him, long strokes that were slower but more solid and still good, but as his cock softened and his breath evened Kyouya pulled out completely.
Dino held himself up a while longer, partially leaning against the tree, and noticed without much interest that his legs were shaking. His breath shook as well, not just from exertion but also from the exhausted laugh spilling silently out of him. He was in no way surprised that Kyouya would leave him like this; bruised, bloodied, degraded and impossibly hard, but he’d really been hoping that wouldn’t be the case. So much for wishes.
“Ky…” Dino stood slowly up from his place against the tree, half turned to face his student, and forced himself to take a controlled breath. “Still a cruel guy, huh, Kyouya?”
Said cruel guy had already zipped up his own pants, looking as if nothing had happened save for the tell-tale blood smear on one cheek. He scanned Dino was an appraising look. Dino’s whip remained wrapped around Kyouya’s hand, as it had been the whole time. “If you understand,” Kyouya spoke slowly, looking straight into Dino’s eyes with a casual disinterest. “I can end it.”
Dino resisted the urge to groan and made a brief effort to force his brain to work again, wondering why Kyouya wanted to play word games now. “Please?” he asked. Begging was the staple in this sort of situation, wasn’t it? Though it implied Kyouya understood mercy, and that clearly wasn’t the case. Kyouya tilted his head, unimpressed, and made to walk away.
“Not right, huh?” Dino chuckled, and steeled his legs against the urge to sink down to his knees. One more try then, “You win.”
Though he was already half turned away, Dino could still see the way Kyouya’s mouth curved just a little ways up. So that had been it after all. Dino started to laugh again but the sound came out a deeply appreciative moan as Kyouya’s hand curled around his aching erection. Too late to bother with grace now, Dino leaned into him completely. His forehead resting on Kyouya’s shoulder and his hips rolling helplessly forward. He could feel his pupil’s warm breath against his ear, and as Kyouya’s hand began to jerk him off, sliding in quick, long pulls until he came, Dino heard him say, “Remember that, or next time I’ll bite you to death.”