Protect - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - 5986

Summary: It had been a mistake. A drunken kiss that seemed to silence the nightmares of his past. She was the only one who could give him peace... the only one who could provide the warmth and support to help him get through this pain. 5986 / GokuderaxHaru  WARNING: MATURE CONTENT!

This takes place in the TYL arc, but in the parallel world where Tsuna was declared dead.

My lack of KHR knowledge might make some things untrue or some characters OOC!

I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn!

Please forgive any mistakes, both character-wise and grammatically-wise. I don't have time to re-read or edit things.

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Protect

HappyFace1886

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Her low moans filled the room, overcoming the darkness and blood that haunted his mind. His hands greedily cupped her soft breasts from behind her, rolling the soft mounds under the palm of his hand. The roughness of his palms made her gasp and toss her head back until she was resting it on his bare shoulder.

“Gokudera,” she cried out huskily next to his ear and he kissed her bare shoulder.

Their clothes were strewn all over the expensive hotel suite that had been booked under his false name. But this wasn’t a day for just pleasure.

No, he had been assigned a mission in order protect a section of London that was under the protection of the Vongola and to discover more about the organization that had assassinated the Decimo.

The memory of the fact that his boss was no longer with him made his shoulders heavy and he clung to Haru, entering inside of her with a fierceness that made her scream, her back arching beautifully while her hands went up, her fingers entangling with his hair.

The tightness of her core, the feel of her supple skin, and the sweet smell she gave off whenever he held her made him forget... the shadows of the past few months disappearing with each thrust of his hips.

He wanted to forget.

He needed to forget.

And Haru was the only one who could make him forget.

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“Gokudera,” Haru murmured gently, her hands reaching out to touch his shoulders. The smell of alcohol was so strong that it was no wonder that he was slumped against the bar, his body completely immobile.

How long had he been here?

It was so late at night that even the bartender was gone. She had received a call, asking her to pick him up before he killed himself from alcohol poisoning

There was an uncommitted response from him and Haru sighed solemnly.

Tsuna-san’s death had hit everyone hard, but it had most likely hit Gokudera the hardest. He had been the closest to Tsuna-san, after all, and the one who followed him no matter how dangerous the path.

But this wasn’t the way to grieve!

“C’mon Gokudera, let’s get you to bed.” She urged, shaking him gently to at least rouse his consciousness.

“He’s gone,” he slurred out quietly.

“Gokudera-.”

“He’s gone and I couldn’t do a damn thing!” he yelled and threw the glass tumbler to the wall of lined bottles of alcohol. Many of the bottles shattered and added to the strong stench of alcohol in the room, making her nose burn. Haru had never really liked alcohol and seeing Gokudera like this only affirmed her dislike.

“Gokudera, please,” she reached out, but he shook her away.

His face was flushed, but not only because of the alcohol. There were tears in his eyes, some of them having trailed down his face. “What... What kind of right hand am I? I always said I’ll be the best right hand there ever was... that I’ll always protect the Decimo and be by his side. But when the time comes, I’m completely useless.”

“Don’t say that!” Haru yelled, almost tearing up herself. Gods, she hated seeing him like this. What happened to the snarky jerk that would always shout insults left and right to her? “You’re not useless! No one could have seen this coming, Gokudera! Don’t blame yourself!”

“By his side,” he said in a haunted voice, not even hearing a word she was saying. It would seem as though for the past few hours, those were thoughts that had ran his mind. There was an empty determinedness in his eyes that made Haru tremble.  “I promised... to be by his side.”

Her eyes widened at the implications his words were making and before he could do anything drastic, Haru ran and used all her strength to grab him and shove him hard against the bar table.

“Don’t do this to me, Gokudera,” she snapped angrily, the tears forming in her eyes. “You’re not the only one who lost someone important, damn it!”

She was sniffling and while keeping one hand on his chest, she reached up to wipe the tears from her eyes. Haru had tried to be strong since everyone’s spirits were down, but this was too much.

...she didn’t want to lose another precious person...

A hand reached out and cupped her cheek, causing her to pause and look in surprise at Gokudera.

The blank look was gone from his eyes and the grief had returned. His thumb wiped away the tear and it took all her willpower to not cling to him, to cry her eyes out to let out the heaviness that had been clinging to her heart the moment she had been told that Tsuna-san was gone...

Subconsciously she seemed to move closer... or was it because his hand seemed to be gently tugging her forward?

Whatever the reason was, she soon found her lips pressed gently against his.

The taste of alcohol was strong on his lips, but the sting of it disappeared when Gokudera wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her even closer.

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A mistake.

That had been a mistake.

That was what Gokudera had believed.

Haru was too pure for the dark world he lived in. Everyone knew that, like Kyoko-chan, Haru would probably never know about the true dangers they lived through. She was no fighter and shouldn’t be involved with the mafia at all.

But after having a taste, he couldn’t stop.

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Was it the alcohol that moved him like this?

Or was it because it inhibited his self-control and let his true feelings out?

After the night he kissed her, he had avoided her like the plague. How stupid of him to take advantage of her like that. And how stupid of her for letting him.

But soon, he found himself drowning away his misery once more. Every night, he still had nightmares of the time he had been informed about the Decimo’s demise... but that one night he kissed Haru, all the voices had been silent.

That silence, how he craved it.

And that was why he ended up in front of her doorstep of her apartment, drunk on his feet, but having somehow made it to her place.

The moment Haru opened the door, the moment her eyes widened slightly in recognition, he lunged for her and pressed his lips clumsily against hers. The widened eyes seemed to open even more as he pressed her against the wall.

His mouth hungrily sought hers, imploring her lips to part for him as he ran his tongue on the seams of her lips. She willingly opened them, letting his tongue caress her own. Her hands clutched onto his shoulder and the front of his shirt while his hand grasped her tiny waist, the other trailing down her side until it reached her leg. His hand grabbed her thigh, pulling it upward so that he could press himself closer to her.

Haru broke the kiss, her face completely flushed as she panted. The feel of his arousal brushing against her made her tremble and it was just so damn close because she was wearing a skirt, a fact Gokudera seemed to notice as he pushed the edges of her skirt higher, his palm gently grasping her smooth thigh.

“Gokudera,” she breathed out as he nuzzled into her neck, laving the tender skin while leaving gentle bites that made her shudder.

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Another mistake.

It had to be.

He had taken advantage of her again.

And that time, he had done much more than a simple kiss.

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Their fingers were knitted together and he held them down on the sides of her face, watching with glowing eyes at the sight of her bare body before him. Her face was completely red and there was a look of embarrassment in her eyes, her gaze shifting away so that she wouldn’t have to look at him, his body also completely bare for her eyes to rove over.

Yes, this was what he wanted.

To embrace her, to hold her tight.

To lose himself within her warm hold, to silence the voices that refused to leave him.

Whenever he was with her, they all seemed to disappear and leave him alone.

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“Haru,” he whispered into her ear, loving the way she cried out his name like a mantra with each thrust he made. She was so wet, dripping down from their conjoined sexes and staining the bed. And the way she clenched him so tightly made him grit his teeth, trying his best to retain his self-control.

After that one incident, it had become a routine for him to always approach her place at night. They never really talked about it, but each time he would return to her place and each time she would willingly let him in. And then for hours he would take her, their bodies becoming one, before the early morning came and he slipped out quietly while she was still asleep.

It was impossible to place these feelings into words.

Were they making loving?

Or were they simply fucking each other raw in order to forget the past?

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“So how’s Haru doing?” Yamamoto inquired, joining Gokudera in a rare occasion of drinking at the bar. Unlike Gokudera, Yamamoto rarely drank. If he did, it was maybe just one or two at a party.

Gokudera’s head snapped towards Yamamoto, his eyes narrowing at the question.

He knew.

The baseball idiot knew.

“She’s fine,” he said through gritted teeth.

Yamamoto nodded, taking a sip of his ordered Black Hawk. “That’s good.”

There was no reply from Gokudera and silence reined between the two. However, while Yamamoto appeared calm, Gokudera was fidgeting, tapping his fingers on the bar table. This scene lasted for quite a while and just when Gokudera thought he was going to explode from the silence, Yamamoto spoke.

“You know, I’ve always been fond of Haru.” Yamamoto said honestly, swirling the red liquid in his glass. Gokudera glowered at Yamamoto, but the black haired man didn’t seem to notice, his focus on his drink. “She’s really funny... and kind.”

The sharpness of the last word made Gokudera flinch and look away.

Yes, he knew she was kind.

“But even her kindness has a limit.”

Gokudera downed his Sicilian Kiss and savored the burning sensation that ran through his body. He slammed the glass onto the table. “What are you trying to say?”

“Our boss is gone,” Yamamoto said flatly and Gokudera’s fingers tightened around the tumbler. “Accept it.”

“What are you talking about?” the silver haired boy snarled. “I know that.”

“You know it, but you still haven’t come to term with it.” Yamamoto said, taking another sip. The ice clinked together and he smiled wryly, looking so tired. It was the complete opposite of the carefree persona he had shown when they were younger.

Gokudera would have snapped at him if it wasn’t for the fact that he knew Yamamoto understood what he was going through. While it was true that Yamamoto understood his pain because they had both lost the Decimo, Yamamoto had lost another in this crazy war.

“Take care of her, Gokudera,” Yamamoto said, gently lowering his glass onto the table.

Green eyes looked at him in surprise. “I thought you were here to stop me... t-that I was using her or something.”

There was an amused chuckle from Yamamoto. “Do you really think Haru would let a person she didn’t love touch her?”

“But-.”

“Just stop taking her along with your missions.” Yamamoto said before the light in his eyes dimmed. “We’ve lost enough people already.”

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“Stupid woman,” Gokudera murmured, running the back of his fingers against her face as she slumbered in his bed. He sat beside her and watched as she slept, curled up into a ball. “I told you to stay away from my mission locations.”

But no, she had come boldly to his room, claiming that it was just a coincidence since her science conference was taking place in the hotel ballroom.

He gazed at his hand, the one that held the lit cigarette.

The nightmares didn’t disappear, but they had reduced drastically in number.

He no longer needed alcohol to drown it all out.

And it was all because of this stubborn woman.

Gokudera extinguished the lit cigarette, rubbing it into the ash tray before reaching out to caress Haru’s face. She smiled softly, nuzzling into the offered hand like a content kitten who had found the warmth it had been seeking.

Did he love her?

The mere implication in just thought form made his face turn red a little and he pulled away, running a hand through his matted hair. He wasn’t the type who knew how to properly display his feelings, especially one as intimate as this.

He shook his head.

No. This was no time for him to be embarrassed.

Haru had given him so much of her. He had no right to hide anything.

So if one did question him about their relationship, then yes, he did love her.

He gazed down at where she laid, his eyes softening at her vulnerable form sleeping so trustingly beside him. Lying down slowly so that she wouldn’t wake up, he pulled her into his arms so that he was now cuddling her against him.

No longer would he allow her to spend a night all alone after they had made love.

Gokudera knew that no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to get the words out.

But he knew enough to know the truth.

He loved her.

And he’d protect her with his life if needed.

Because she was precious to him and he’d be damn if he lost her as well.

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::owari::

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AU: Well this turned out darker than expected, but I hope it’s good enough for the fans. @x@