"MAYONAKA"

By Yayoi Reito

Forking Paths Series Fic #3

A/N: *hides* wah! This was a dare from a friend. She wanted me to try writing PWP, but as usual, I couldn't write good PWP, even after reading so many doujins. =_= I gave up and this came out. Initially didn't want to post this, but I don't want it rotting away in my notebook. Warning: this was done during a week of hell (both academically and outside), so please just pardon the damn thing. .

Disclaimer: If KHR was mine, it would have been a yaoi show, ok?

Note: Just in case you're wondering how old they are here, they're in TYL time, okay? 

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One of the things Yamamoto never expected to wake up to was a barely clothed man straddling his waist and with their faces so close that he could feel the other's warm breath on his lips. So when he found himself exactly in that position one night, the only conclusion he had was that years of working at the Paranormal Research Bureau has finally driven him insane.

Before he could even come up with a proper reaction to what he believed was the oddest moment of his life, he caught sight of the black whip-like tail protruding from where the stranger's spine met his hip.

Yamamoto brushed back the man's soft silver hair—he gulped when the stranger leaned in comfortably into his touch—and tucked the strands behind a pale ear. He found what he needed to identify the nature of his unexpected visitor: a small but intricate mark, the only part of which he can recognize was the shape of a crescent room. It was just below the other man's ear.

"I knew it. An incubus." He ran his thumb over the mark. He could already imagine how ecstatic the doctors at the Bureau would be were they the ones who came across the pale-haired creature. Yamamoto was definitely far from the level of the doctors, but he had enough experience working under them to be able to see that the incubus he was with was of an uncommon breed, given the color of hair, as well as the eyes, which were a bright green.

He made a move to get off the bed, to contact Tsuna or anyone else from the Bureau, but the incubus grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back down. Yamamoto felt the air escape his lungs as the creature's body fell on him. He had no time to recover as the incubus pulled him into a deep kiss, his agile tongue quickly taking advantage of the startled man's open mouth.

Yamamoto only had half a mind to curse himself for being careless, the other half lost in blinding ecstasy. He (and anyone who worked long enough in the Bureau) knew that a kiss from an incubus was dangerous. He could already feel the aphrodisiac in the other's saliva kicking in. He could barely recall what the doctors told him about it: that it was five times stronger than any aphrodisiac that man or nature could provide, and insurance of a quick capture of their "prey."

He managed to raise his shaking arms, with the intention of pushing the other male away then holding him down. The incubus looked slender and frail enough to be easily overpowered—if not for the lust already overpowering Yamamoto himself.

He grabbed the incubus' shoulders, but instead of pushing him away, as he originally intended, he found himself pushing the creature down on the bed and then climbing atop him, reversing their earlier positions. Their heated kiss continued; this time, Yamamoto as the one doing the ravishing. His lips traveled down to the other's jaw, down his neck, down to his collarbone. The incubus mewled softly as Yamamoto bit the thin skin over the bone.

The dark-haired man pulled back and in a fit of unrestrained hunger almost ripped his own shirt off. He returned to the passionate liplock with the incubus, at the same time clawing at the other's clothes—an oversized shirt too large to effectively cling to his slender frame. It gave little resistance to Yamamoto's actions, and he was soon able to tear it in two, disposing of it on the floor.

Yamamoto's eyes drank in the sight of the completely naked incubus, all flushed and quivering and aroused. His hands were gripping the pillows under his head tightly, his legs were spread open and shaking, and his straining erection was already dripping with pre-cum.

The incubus thrust his hips upward to rub against Yamamoto, and the latter thought the friction and the feel of the fabric of his pants separating them were enough to kill him. He immediately fumbled with the drawstring of his trousers and kicked them off, letting them join the other clothes on the floor. He hissed at the feeling of skin against skin as the silver-haired male thrust up again, and he let out a wanton moan.

"Ya…Yama…moto…Yamamo…to…" Yamamoto did not straight away realize that the voice saying his name belonged to the figure underneath him. The incubus muttered his name over and over as the taller man showered his torso with kisses.

Yamamoto ran his tongue around one pert nipple, eliciting a pleasured gasp from his—for the moment, at least—lover. "Tell me your name," he demanded in a husky voice.

"Ha…Hayato…"

A nice name, Yamamoto thought. He placed his hands on the inside of Hayato's thighs and spread his legs apart. He could hear the little mewls and moans as he playfully licked around the base of his manhood. He liked the sounds, and would have gone on teasing if not for the unbearable effect on him.

Hayato's hips bucked from the bed as his partner took him into his mouth. He squirmed wildly, and Yamamoto had to grip his hips firmly to keep him from moving so much. The incubus loved being loud, apparently, and Yamamoto found himself in no way complaining.

He kept one hand on the other's leg and let the other travel down to Hayato's entrance. He pushed one finger in, mouth still occupied with the other man's erection. Hayato's moans grew louder and his movements, more frantic.

"Yama…ah…Yamamoto…ma…more…"

The dark-haired male pushed in a second finger, and then a third. Hayato groaned as the warmth of Yamamoto's mouth around his member disappeared. His partner had pulled back to focus on preparing him. The aphrodisiac had fully taken over his system, and Yamamoto felt himself nearing his limit. He withdrew his fingers and thrust himself in, gasping at the tightness that surrounded him. As he began rocking his hips, his "lover's" thin arms went around his neck and brought him closer. His legs also went around his Yamamoto's waist, pushing him forward in time with his thrusts so that he was buried deeper in the incubus' heat.

With their faces so close, Yamamoto could better see the details of his lover: bright green eyes half shut and with tears forming at the corners, making them glisten underneath the yellowish fluorescent light' mouth slightly opened, the top set of teeth partly visible, biting the lower lip in an attempt to suppress moans; cheeks flushed, and the bright red blush very noticeable against the creamy complexion; and silver hair, damp with sweat, fanning out on the pillow underneath him.

Yamamoto dipped his head and caught Hayato's lips in another frenzied kiss. This time, it was his tongue which coerced Hayato's to respond. The incubus was more than willing to do so, moaning into the other man's mouth and nipping affectionately at Yamamoto's lower lip.

The dominant one winced as he felt Hayato's teeth bite his lip a bit too deeply, enough to draw a trickle of red blood. He also felt sharp nails digging into the skin of his back. He paused momentarily to see what drew such a fierce reaction from his partner, and he found Hayato with his head thrown back, mouth opened in a silent scream.

"T-there," Hayato muttered, pushing back against him. "There…feels good…"

"Ah." Yamamoto chuckled softly. "I see, then." He turned Hayato onto his side and lifted one smooth leg onto his shoulder. He resumed the rocking of his hips, this time angling his thrusts to hit the spot that drove the other crazy.

It was not long before he felt his climax building. His body responded by increasing his speed, making him slam almost desperately into the incubus. The silver-haired male let out a loud scream as he reached his peak, his seminal fluids staining the bedsheets that were tangled in his legs. Yamamoto came almost simultaneously due to having Hayato's muscles constrict around his member and driving him over the edge.

Yamamoto collapsed on top of his lover, both of them spent after such a rigorous round of sex. He did not even have enough strength to roll off the other. Instead, he fell asleep in that position, head buried in the crook of Hayato's neck and with some soft strands of hair brushing against his forehead.

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The next day, Yamamoto found himself sitting in Tsuna's office, feeling completely drained and drowsy. He woke up that morning alone in his bed, his arm draped over the side of the bed where Hayato was supposed to be. He tried to look for the slender creature throughout his apartment, but a call from Tsuna cut his search short. His friend asked him to drop by the Bureau as soon as possible, and that was why he was currently sitting in the said friend's office, slumped against the cushion-backed chair and teetering on the border between consciousness and slumber.

The small click of the door opening alerted him of his friend's arrival, but he did not bother to turn in his seat. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Yamamoto. Reborn didn't allow me to leave the conference room until I've finished signing all the documents."

"No problem." His ears picked up the slightly muffled sound of shoes walking on the carpeted floor. The sounds often overlapped, though. Tsuna had a companion, who either did not bother to let Yamamoto know of his/her presence. He instantly thought of Hibari, Mukuro or Chrome. All three fit Yamamoto's idea of who could be with Tsuna.

Tsuna entered Yamamoto's line of sight, sighing and loosening the tie around his neck. He took his seat behind the mahogany desk the sleepy young man was sitting a few inches away from. "I'm really sorry for asking you to come so early in the morning."

"I told you already. It's no problem." Yamamoto let out a yawn and shrugged. "Though I am wondering a bit why. Are there any problems?"

"Nothing big actually." The brunette flashed a goofy grin and rubbed the back of his neck. "It's really just a small problem, but we're gonna need your help. Remember when the branch in Italy contacted us?"

"Three weeks ago?"

"Yes. And you remember Dr. Shamal, don't you?"

"The guy in the white coat that arrived two days ago."

"Well, you see, Dr. Shamal was the representative from Italy, He got sent here because he was supposed to escort someone that the Italy branch wanted us to take a look at. A Rare."

Yamamoto nodded absent-mindedly. The word "Rare" triggered a memory of teary green eyes and swollen pink lips.

"Apparently, the Rare in question, according to their report, 'refused all previous efforts to socialize.'"

"And by that, you mean refused to mate?" Yamamoto did not need any of the euphemisms the doctor used. He worked long enough to know how they talked.

"Uhm…yes…and that is why we need you to help out."

"Me?" The drowsiness suddenly slipped from Yamamoto's eyes in surprise. "Why?"

"They wanted me to look for a mate." Yamamoto almost jumped from his seat when he heard the voice. He turned around sharply and found Hayato standing behind him, dressed in clothes that made him appear more like a foreign male model than an incubus under the care of the Bureau. He watched with his mouth agape as the incubus took the seat beside his, settling down in a manner so different from the lustful creature he had embraced the night before.

"Uh…This is Gokudera Hayato-kun, the one we're supposed to look after. He's…the Rare I was talking to you about."

"Se-seriously?"

Hayato hn-ed and crossed his arms over his chest. "I told them I didn't need a stupid mate as long as I can serve Juudaime, but then you had to come along and…" His face turned red and he cupped a hand over his mouth. He turned his head away from the man whose bed he was in just recently. Yamamoto gaped at him in disbelief.

Tsuna, caught awkwardly in between his stupefied friend and the flustered incubus, broke the silence with a nervous laugh. "Ah well, you see, even though Gokudera-kun is an incubus, he's not as…prone to…sexual urges as the others would be. The doctors said it might be because of him being a Rare, so he was sent here along with Dr. Shamal. You were not able to see him that day, but apparently he caught a glimpse of you before you left and—"

"Juudaime! You don't have to sully your mouth by saying such things! I'm sorry that my instinct makes me so shameless!"

"N-no, not really, Gokudera-kun. Actually, the doctors back in Italy would be glad to know that you've managed to find a mate."

Yamamoto blinked owlishly. "Wait. You don't mean…"

"Agh!" Hayato jumped onto his feet and faced the dark-haired man. He pointed a finger at him, eyes fixed in a cold glare. "You have to pay for this humiliation! Just when I finally get to work for Juudaime, you had to appear and—"

"Just wait a minute!" Yamamoto grabbed his wrist and stood up, their faces getting closer without him being conscious of it. "Why are you blaming me? You're the one who showed up in my bed and seduced me!"

"G-get away!" Hayato was curiously getting redder. "G-get the fuck away from me!" He struggled to wrestle his wrist away from the other man's grasp, but Yamamoto only grabbed his other hand to stop him.

"Y-Yamamoto! Wait!" Tsuna got up from his seat, alerted by the display before him. "Maybe you shouldn't—"

Tsuna was unable to finish what he wanted to say for Hayato suddenly fell against the man holding him. Yamamoto was unable to maintain his balance and fell onto his bottom, with the incubus clinging tightly to his shirt. "W-wha—Haya—"

"Yama…moto…" The taller man felt a sense of déjà vu when he found a pair of half-lidded eyes staring up at him. Hayato's breathing quickened and the red hue of his cheeks grew more noticeable.

The one pinned down gulped. He could already feel his body responding, and not even the fact that Tsuna was in the same room, probably dumbfounded or utterly confused by what he was seeing, managed to stop his body from being affected.

He heard a shaky laugh. Tsuna. "Ah…I was going to warn you to not get too close to Gokudera-kun. He's still an incubus, and since…well…you are his mate, your scent is…sort of like and aphrodisiac."

"Ah, what?!"

Tsuna laughed shakily again, purposely avoiding looking at his two companions. He started inching towards the door. "I should be going now. Reborn told me it wouldn't be nice to stop Gokudera-kun when he's like this already…and he also said it's not easy to stop a Rare…We already had a hard time tracking him down when he disappeared yesterday…"

"Oi! Tsuna! Wait! You seriously can't just leave us here!" Yamamoto tried to reach for the brunette, but Hayato had already pushed him down and was fumbling with the button of his shirt.

"I'm really sorry, Yamamoto!" Tsuna slipped out of the door, leaving his head peeking out and bowed in apology. "Reborn said it would be good for Gokudera-kun to do 'it.' And don't worry about the office! I'm really sorry!" And then he disappeared completely, locking the door behind him.

Oh crap! was the last thing that crossed Yamamoto's mind before Hayato grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a rough kiss.

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A/N: *hides behind a metal wall to protect herself from flying tomatoes* I know it's totally random! But I really can't control how my mind works sometimes! And I'm really sorry for the randomness with Tsuna! *covers Tsuna's innocent eyes* I'm really sorry for having to make you see that, Tsuna-kun!!!! . I will stop with the random brainfarts now. =_= I might go do some actual KHR-verse fics, that is if I manage to stay alive under school pressure. =_= So see you next fic! *goes off to die now*

P.S. It's weird, but I find Gokudera to be the fierce-uke type, though a cute type Goku is as equally unbearable to write.