A Vivid Dream - Katekyo Hitman Reborn - A86

Summary: Alaude is haunted... tormented by an unseen enchantress... Alaude x Haru / A86 (Warning: Mature content)

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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A Vivid Dream

HappyFace1886

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The door quietly opened into the apartment, a hint of light from the hallway peering into the modest abode that belonged to the Cloud Guardian of the Vongola. Icy blue eyes that were normally sharp and aware of all were unusually glazed and distracted. There was a heavy scowl on his face as Alaude entered his temporary home.

This was getting ridiculous. No, this had gone past the point of being ridiculous when the problem persisted despite months having past.

A shiver went down his spine as he felt a light warm puff of air brushing against his neck and after months of torment, he was barely able to stop the urge to tilt his head, to invite the lips of his unknown siren to touch him, taste him.

It made his hands tighten into fists. His patience was stretched thin and the door slammed heavily, nearly unhinging itself under the force of his fury.

Alaude ran a hand through his platinum blonde hair, ruffling it messily as he tried to get his affairs in order. He didn’t understand when it began or what even caused it. It happened so spontaneously and without a clue. At first, he’d thought the fool Daemon Spade had been trying to toy with his senses again, but the mischievous Mist Guardian would have mocked him by now for his ‘weakness’. In fact, everyone around him seemed confused and afraid by his lack of patience and how brutal he’d be whenever he needed to interrogate someone.

As Knuckle had once put it, it almost seemed as though Alaude was returning to the blood thirsty state he’d been during his youth.

...if only it was that simple.

Hands roved over his chest, almost seemingly through his thick coat and onto his bare skin. He felt a soft pliable body pressing him from behind, a petite figure that could have belonged to any number of women. A finger was teasingly running up and down his chest and he shivered, wanting so badly to give in to the touch, to grab his temptress and shove her against the wall and teach her the consequences of tempting him so.

If only he knew how to find her! Was it even a person? Or was he really going insane?

He threw his coat aside, hoping the movements would clear his mind a bit, and walked with heavy footsteps to his bedroom. His tie was next to be thrown off and it aggravated his pride when he turned to look at the mirror and saw how breathless he was, the humiliation seeping out of him when he saw the flush of his cheeks. It wasn’t working.

The hands moved and he felt them gently grab the sides of his face, fingers affectionately stroking the side of his face. His blue eyes were vividly dark, his breath strained as he struggled to retain some sort of self-control. Just who was this person?

A soft and gentle pair of lips shyly brushed themselves against his own and he groaned, wanting to lean in further, to get a taste of what was being offered. Was he losing his mind? Or perhaps this was a trick by the enemy?

If only he could reach...

If only he had some form of control!

His flames threatened to erupt out from around him through his pent up frustration and right now, he didn’t give a damn if he blew up the entire place. But as the fire flickered on his person, his ring came alive with flames and he saw a slight glimmer of a figure before him. His eyes widened momentarily before they sharpened, his flames intensifying briefly, the Cloud ring burning brighter, before he turned to concentrating them right before him... right where the figure was still pressing their lips against his.

From the mirror, he saw her first. Long dark chocolate brown hair cascading down her shoulders to her upper back with a slim waist and a petite figure, as he’d correctly deduced after months of having that warm pliable body pressed so intimately against him. His eyes immediately moved from the mirror and to the now tangible figure before him, the young woman’s eyes closed as she continued pressing her lips gently against his own. Her hand was clutching the back of his neck, pulling him forward in order to maintain their chaste kiss while her other hand was pressing against his chest.

She was so close that he could smell her pleasant scent, one that’d hauntingly appear from time to time in the midst of his hallucinations. It would always leave him yearning for more, to have a deeper whiff of the smell that’d mesmerized him so.

His arms automatically wrapped themselves around her as though to prevent her from vanishing, pulling her even closer as he pressed his lips harder against hers, his tongue already brushing against the seams of her lips in a silent request for more. The woman parted them so eagerly and he could feel the smile on her face, the soft sweet sounds coming from her throat making him growl as he finally reveled in the fruit that’d been forbidden to him for too long. His tongue aggressively ravaged her mouth, wetly curling around her own while his hand clutched the back of her neck, unable to satiate his hunger for more.

There was no preamble as he suddenly spun them around and pushed forward, the two falling on top of his bed with his larger frame pinning her down. He briefly and regretfully pulled away from the kiss, turning towards her neck while she tilted her head to the side, whimpering as he roughly nipped the column of pale skin with his marks. Whatever she wore would normally be considered scandalous due to how the strange cream colored dress exposed so much of her neck and shoulders, but right now, he relished at the openings it gave him.

He couldn’t stop his groan when she wrapped her legs around him, her hot and inviting heat nearly burning through his pants as he felt his hardened member straining to reach her. His self-control was nearly shot. Months of torment that chipped away at his will-power were now showing their results, nearly crumbling his normally unbreakable willpower as the object of his desire now remained trapped beneath him.

“I finally found you,” he practically purred huskily into her neck, the words tumbling out in his native tongue while he laved with his tongue at the tender spot he’d just nipped at. There was a pause and then a breathless, teasing whisper, this time in another foreign language he was all too familiar due to his knowing of the Rain Guardian of the Vongola.

“Since when did you learn French?” she inquired gently and Alaude found her voice to be sweeter than expected. There was a light innocent tinge to it that he was unaccustomed to and for a moment, he wondered who this enchantress was. Where did she even come from? He pulled back slightly in order to get a better look at her and found himself mesmerized by large brown eyes staring up at him warmly. The eyes then peered at him in confusion through the darkness of the room, her hand running through his hair. “...your hair seems... lighter than usual.”

Her touch was so soothing and Alaude shivered at the desire that ran through him. In any other circumstance, he’d have stepped away to analyze the situation, but right now, he found that he couldn’t bring himself to care. She was here. Finally. The woman who’d haunted him for so long.

Before she could say another word, Alaude kissed her once more and felt as though every iota of his body was crying in relief at that single touch. Yes, this felt so right, so perfect. And he was never one to deny himself of what he wanted. There was no need to worry about whether she was an enemy or not. Even through the haze of lust he could tell that she was of no danger to him. The questions could wait. He could not.

“Your name,” he murmured this time in Japanese while his lips trailed down from her mouth and to her chin, tracing her jawline with butterfly kisses that made her tremble beneath him. “What is your name?”

His words vaguely registered in her mind, but still puzzled her all the same. “W-What are you-?”

“Tell me,” he repeated, his hand stroking the exposed thigh gently, causing her breath to hitch, her dress having scrunched up scandalously up to her waist due to how her lucious thighs cradled him between her legs.

“H-Haru,” the name came out in a stammer as her fingers clutched onto his shirt, her small form trembling under the gentle touch of his fingers against her sensitive skin. What game was he playing at? This didn’t make any sense! “Ky-.”

Her words were silenced as Alaude kissed her once more, thrilled at finally having a name to this mysterious woman. Haru. The name meant spring, if he remembered correctly. How fitting.

At first she resisted his advances, still bemused by what was going on, but eventually melted under his arms as he devoured her mouth with a renewed vigor. She tasted so addictive, a subtle sweetness that he hungrily drank in despite his usual aversion to them.

His fingers strayed to her back where he found the zipper, distracting her with his lips while he quietly tugged down the fastener until the previously form fitting dress was loosened. Without warning, he practically ripped the dress off of her, pulling it down quickly in order to expose her bare to his hungry and desperate eyes.

His mouth dried at the sight before him, the shyness of her flushed face as she timidly looked to the side. For someone who'd been so eagerly returning his kisses, it was amusing to see her so alluringly bashful... so ripe for the taking....

And after months of being teased and tormented, he couldn't wait any longer.

Haru gasped when Alaude buried his face into the crook of her neck, hungrily nipping and sucking on the supple skin. She could feel her bra loosening as his nimble fingers made quick work of the clasp behind her. The material was all but yanked off of her, thrown to who knows where into the room. Before she could remark about how rough he was being (even more so than usual), a smoldering hot mouth enveloped her breast and she couldn't stop her cry of pleasure.

Alaude groaned at the taste of her breast, so silky soft and pliable under his tongue. He laved her skin with near obsession, relishing in her breathy moans and how she'd moan so temptingly with her back beautifully arched when he finally stopped teasing her to run his tongue over her pouting nipple. Alaude growled in approval when he felt her fingers weave into his hair, tugging at it frantically with each stroke of his tongue. How he'd dreamed of this moment for so long. And then there was how she'd cradle him with her delectably long legs, the way her nails would drag down his skin as she'd become lost with her desire for more. For him.

Haru cried out in surprise when she was roughly flipped over so that she was on her stomach. Before she could say anything, a soft material was wrapped firmly around her head, encasing her eyes in complete darkness. She gave a startled gasp and was about to demand an explanation when she felt his hot tongue running from her shoulders and down to the sensitive part of her back. Haru ended up moaning shakily with her hands clenched into fists. Her lack of vision made her completely unprepared for his movements, leaving her helpless to what was to come next.

"Ky-!" A hand firmly grabbed her face and tilted it backwards, earnest lips claiming her own and she felt as though she was being devoured whole. A strong, hot bare chest was pressing down at her from behind while he continued to dominate her mouth. She'd seen and felt what it was like when Hibari was aroused beyond control, but this seemed to go beyond that. The closest she could compare was the time after she and Hibari had been separated for nearly half a year because of work... that night had been so rough and so frantic, their hands and mouths anxious to touch each other, that she'd hardly been able to walk the next morning.

Large hands gripped onto her hips, tilting it upward and rubbing a hot, rock-hard member against her plush bottom, protected only by her flimsy, modest underwear. Judging by the searing heat that was practically branding her skin, she was likely the only one wearing something down there right now. Haru mewled lightly and raised her hips higher, wantonly rubbing herself against him in a silent plea for more.

She vaguely heard him swear violently in French again, or at least she thought he was swearing due to how guttural the sound had been. It was sometimes hard to understand what was going through Kyo-kun's mind on a normal basis, but tonight was even stranger. But again, she wasn't given the opportunity to voice her thoughts, a sharp gasp escaping her as her underwear was torn off before she felt him rub his cock between her soaking nether lips, generously coating his member with her essence.

"Please," she begged, shivering at how her body seemed to crave the hardness of his length, especially with how he'd firmly rub against her engorged clit with each thrust. Haru didn't resist as she was turned around again, spreading her legs wide and invitingly for him to enter inside of her.

Alaude panted harshly. Drinking in the sight before him. This wouldn't end with just tonight. He wouldn't allow it. Perhaps it was just lust cloying with his mind, but the sight of her so earnestly wanting him, the evidence of her soaking desire for him, was enough to put him out of his mind. He clutched onto her legs, keeping them open as he swore vehemently in his native tongue. "You are mine."

Haru cried out as he entered inside of her to the brim in one sharp thrust, elation and satisfaction bursting through her at being so deliriously full. There wasn't even time to revel at the sensation of him being inside of her, to drown in the feeling of how her inner walls were possessively clutching onto him, as he suddenly set a harsh pace that left her writhing beneath him for more.

"You're mine," Alaude repeated into her neck, nipping and sucking at the marked flesh to add even more traces of his possession of her. He branded her skin with his vow, the words strengthened with his Cloud flames that seemed to dance euphorically in the air.

Haru didn't know what he was saying and it didn't seem to matter at the moment. All she could focus on was the feel of his heavy thrusts, the hot panting of his breath, and how she wanted nothing more than to have him buried within the deepest parts of her. "Kyoya!"

Alaude gritted his teeth at the sound of another man's name, angling his hips in order to thrust against the sensitive bundle of nerves that left her shuddering and crying for more. Only this once would he allow this to pass. Just this once would he allow her to cry out for the man who looked like him when it was he who was making her tremble beneath him. This will simply be the first of many more to come.

His blue eyes, darkened with lust, watched as the woman sensually moved beneath him with her bewitching dance.

No matter what, he'd find her.

Alaude kissed her hard, his hands reaching between them where the two were wetly joined together as one.

Regardless of who may have her heart right now...

His fingers rubbed against the engorged little button that was being roughly pressed against his erect member, the two forces putting pressure against the sensitive bundle causing Haru to briefly freeze. She then released a loud, throaty cry, one that seemed to be a strangled version of her lover's name, as she felt herself being pushed over the edge.

He'd steal her away, bury himself so deep inside of her that there was no way she could forget about him.

Alaude himself almost faltered at the vice grip her inner walls had a hold over him and dug his fingers into her hips, shakily groaning into her lips while he forced himself to thrust against the tight and inviting warmth that seemed to have a near impossible hold over him.

He sharply cried out her name, a blessed mantra, his release erupting deep inside of her with a sudden abruptness that seemed to have her reeling. Her walls clamped onto him, greedily milking him for all of his seeds while he emptied himself inside of her. He heard her throaty sigh, her legs and warms clutching onto him while she tilted her hips upward as though to take more of him within her.

He heard her shakily breathing as he lifted his head upwards, brushing his lips gently across hers own. He removed his tie from around her head so that he could look into her alluring brown eyes, sated and glazed from his touch. It felt so right to have her pinned beneath him like this, to be intimately entwined around each other while she gazed up at him adoringly.

Alaude swore by the Cloud Ring of the Vongola Famiglia, by every title and legend he’d forged with his mere existence.

He deepened the kiss and Haru welcomed him with open affection, parting her lips and curling her tongue around his own. She ran her fingers through his hair and he groaned against her mouth at how she’d tug gently at his damp locks, playfully pulling him closer to her. Her breath hitched as he began to rock his hips against her in a steady rhythm, his already hardening length quickly swelling inside of her. As if he would be satisfied after just a single taste of her. Especially not after all those months of torment. Alaude grabbed her hands and knitted their fingers together, keeping her hands pinned by the sides of her head while the wet and loud thrusts of his hips grew more relentless, his mind driven mad for more as he felt her velvety tight walls fluttering wantonly against his pulsating length. The room began to become filled with her cries for more while he indulged himself with her sweet delectable mouth.

He would find her and make her his.

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::owari::

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AU: ...oh god, this has finally been posted. (Hides face in shame). I finally managed to get my butt into gear with this after reading the lovely sllebswap's latest chapter of Dino x Haru for Serendipity. My god, I love her writing! She's opened my eyes to the beauty of Dino x Haru! Also, currently, she's literally my only source of inspiration writing-wise. I think I went through all the available fanfics and fanarts for Haru and she's the only one still posting new content, so please show her some love and leave a review or two for her wonderful, amazing, fantabulous fanfics! Whenever I go through a dry spell, reading her fanfics sparks my muse and helps me write! That's how I was able to finish this!! T___T Also, I'm sure once you give her a shot, you'll adore her fanfics as well. Her Bel x Haru fanfics are amazing!! I still re-read them from time to time when I get stuck with my fanfics.

I'm sure plenty of us have felt the effects of losing artists and writers for the KHR fandom after the series ended, so now is the time to band together! Writers and artists take time out of their busy schedules and use their meager free time to draw and write to share with others. I'm sure she'll also appreciate all the lovely reviews she'll receive and write even more delicious fanfics for Haru! (Seriously, go read the new chapter. Even if you're not a Dino x Haru fan, I'm sure that chapter will convert you!!!) I know I'm certainly lucky to have you all! Lol, reading her fanfics also remind me of what it's like to be a reader and desperate for more. I want more of her chapters!! xD

Thanks for all the support, everyone!

Also, just to let you guys know, January is going to be a difficult month for me. I'll still try to update though~~! I was only able to succeed today because reading sllebswap's latest chapter made my muse demand that I take a breather from real life obligations to finish this, haha.

PS: For now, Alaude is French in my head. Originally he was German for some reason in my head, but after learning that his name was French, I decided to go with the French nationality. So until I learn otherwise, he's French, haha.

PSS: Below is the alternate ending I was going to post when I was stuck on how to finish this oneshot. I had been stuck right in the middle of the oneshot and had thought about just ending it before the smut even happened, leading to this scene below... To anyone still confused on what was going on in the oneshot, it was basically supposed to be a scenario where the past and present seemed to mesh a bit, where every time Haru shows Hibari affection, Alaude would feel it for some reason... and after months of being tormented by her affectionate touches, it was getting to him. As for Haru crying out Hibari's name while being intimate with Alaude, it was supposed to be implied that she doesn't realize that she's literally been transported through time and Alaude doesn't give her the chance to realize what's going on. ^^;; Sorry for the confusion. Anywho, hope you guys enjoy the content below~! Below is just an alternative ending, so I can't really say that it's fully 'canon' in the world of this oneshot!

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::Outtake::

Hibari twitched as he stared at his slumbering lover who was clutching onto his shirt. Being a light sleeper, he’d sometimes awaken when Haru was restless and moved around at night. Normally that matter was resolved by him simply holding onto her tightly and trapping her limbs against his, but it was a different problem today...

“Your hair... Kyo-kun...” she mumbled incoherently in her sleep, “it’s blonde...”

There was only one person that came to his mind when it came to a similar appearance and blonde hair. He only remembered because of how frequently the name and comparison had come up during his middle-school years.

Alaude. The Cloud Guardian for the Primo Vongola.

His hand roughly grabbed onto her face, gripping her cheeks together tight enough to mush them together. “Haru,” he said roughly. “Wake up.”

“N-No,” for a moment he thought she’d waken up, but was proven wrong when she made an enthralling mewling sound that made him freeze. “W-Wait... S-Stop... I...”

As much as he loved to hear such sweet sounds from her, it thoroughly pissed him off that it wasn’t because of him she was making them. And he couldn’t even confront this Alaude person since, apparently, he was making an appearance in Haru’s own mind.

Having had enough of this farce, Hibari grabbed her cheeks and pulled at it none-too-gently. Apparently it was enough for Haru to finally awaken from her surprisingly deep slumber. Her eyes opened and tears sprang out from the pain. She stared blearily at her attacker before her eyes widened. “Kyouwa?”

Haru proceeded to squeak when she felt and even saw the malevolent aura springing from her boyfriend’s body.

“Hahi!”

“Just who was the one causing you to make those sounds in your sleep?” Hibari demanded slowly. “And what exactly was going on in there?”

She stared at him, completely confused. Why was he so angry? And in her dreams? ....it seemed as though it’d been a blonde haired Kyo-kun... though why he’d been blonde there, she still didn’t know. It wasn't as though she'd ever fantasized about Kyo-kun being blonde. Not to mention blue eyed. "I-I don’t understand!”

“Then shall I remind you of the sounds you were making?” he inquired with narrowed eyes, easily pinning her down beneath him. Haru stared at him incredulously, wondering what was going through the mind of her normally level-headed lover... granted, he was only level-headed when it came to matters of not escalating a thrilling, blood-thirsty fight...

“W-Wait, Kyo-kun, I think-eep!” she yelped when he suddenly latched onto her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive flesh while nestling himself between her legs. Haru cried out in surprise when he more or less ripped her shirt apart. “Wait Kyo-kun. Wait! Waaaaiiiitttt!!!!”