Title: Breaking In, Breaking Down
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Xanxus/Gokudera
Summary: Written for the KHR Kink Meme (rebornmeme)
Original prompt: "I'd love to see some non con Xanxus/Gokudera in front of the Millifiore VARIA, or Millifiore VARIA/Gokudera gangbang at Xanxus's orders. Premise: Tsuna is dead, and Xanxus would like to uh, break in Gokudera for his own use, if you know what I mean. (And I'm sure you all do...)

Bonus if it's implied that this is a common occurrence."
Notes: F-first KHR fic I write... and it's porn. For a pairing I don't even ship. WTF ME. D8

The first thing that passed through Gokudera’s mind when he had finally built up enough will to open his eyes was how fucking bright it was. It stung the back of his darkness adapted eyes so much that tears pricked at the corners.

“Fuck...” he hissed, attempting to use his shaky arms to sit up.

That’s when he heard the laughing.

Despite his burning eyes and burning limbs, he bolted upright, eyelids flying open like a frightened animal’s would. Around him he saw a smallish crowd of people, all wearing nearly the same white outfit and staring at him intently. He felt like some sort of creature on display.

“Ah, so you finally woke up, hm, trash?”

Gokudera whipped his head around. There, standing directly in front of him, was Xanxus. The man finally—to his own distaste and distress—names the new boss of the Vongola. After the Tenth’s... death....

“We all know how loyal this piece of garbage was to the previous boss,” Xanxus hummed, pacing forward almost lazily. “And how he refuses to obey anybody but him....” The silver-haired man saw a few nods and a few smirks in the crowd. “And this is why I feel the need to teach this little shit some manners.”

Something frightening blazed in Xanxus’s eyes. Gokudera’s mouth went dry, his palms sweaty. He wasn’t scared. He couldn’t be scared. Fear wasn’t something he could allow himself to feel around a man light Xanxus. What was he going to do, anyways? Fight him? That fight would definitely not be an easy one to win. He could just as easily die....

“And everybody knows how we do that....”

More nods; smirks widened. Gokudera balled his hands into fists, preparing for a fight.

Xanxus paced forward again, stopping just in front of the younger man. “Up on your knees, trash.”

The smirk on his face was nothing short of predatory. Gokudera froze, joints locking for a split second. “F-fuck you!” he managed to grind out, tongue feeling heavy and thick in his mouth. If Xanxus was about to do what he thought he was about to do, there was no fucking way. There was no way he would ever willingly consent to something like that! Especially with the Tenth still so fresh in his mind, death gripping his heart like an icy hand in a choke-hold....

The smirk on Xanxus’s face faltered, falling into something that made Gokudera’s blood run cold. He took a fistful of silvery hair and tugged. “You can either cooperate, trash, or I can just as easily make this hurt,” he snarled, lip curling up to reveal sharp-looking, wine-stained teeth.

Gokudera struggled. His limbs may have been sluggish, brain not seeming to fucking function properly, but it wasn’t like he could just let Xanxus take whatever the fuck he wanted! He reached up and dug his nails into Xanxus’s hand, hoping his feet would find some traction on the slippery floor. “Let go, you fucking psychopath!”

This only seemed to egg the new boss on.

“Looks like the boy wants to fight,” he purred. Gokudera heard more laughter, saw a couple on people lick their lips in anticipation. Fucking disgusting.

Xanxus held the younger’s silver hair in a tight and goddamn painful grip, the other hand reaching for the zipper of his pants and tugging it downwards.

The sight of that fucking monstrous cock set a surge of panic through the Storm Guardian. He felt something pound in his chest—an awful, nervous, scared surge of adrenaline. He clamped his jaw tightly shut and tried to push Xanxus away by his hips, turning his mouth away like some fucking girl about to be raped.

He had never felt so fucking humiliated.

“Come on, bitch, open up wide.” Jeering in the crowd, a few whistles and claps. Oh, god, was this really happening? Somewhere in the back of Gokudera’s still foggy mind, he prayed to whatever higher deity was out there that this was a bad dream.

“Yeah right,” the silver head sneered, trying to maintain the appearance that he wasn’t scared of Xanxus; that he had nothing to be afraid of in the first place....

Xanxus’s smirk was worse than his frown in Gokudera’s opinion. It meant he was plotting something—that he knew he could get away with something. “When I tell you to open up,” he breathed, pulling out a pistol and shoving it against Gokudera’s pounding temple. “I mean do it now.”

The silver-haired man’s eyes widened significantly. Knowing Xanxus, he would have no qualms whatsoever about shooting somebody for disobeying him. He couldn’t die... the Tenth wouldn’t have wanted him to die for such a fucking stupid reason.... But he couldn’t just let Xanxus get away with whatever the hell he wanted.

The elder man growled in the back of his throat and took a hold of Gokudera’s wrist, bringing it to the half-hard dick in front of him. “Move your fucking hand and I’ll consider not shooting you.”

The Guardian looked away. If he died here, what would the Tenth think? He would think he was weak, for dying so easily.... He took a light hold of his new ‘boss’s cock and slowly moved his hand. The feeling of it twitching and pounding in his palm made him sick to his stomach. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something else, of someone else, of anything else....

“Faster, you fucking slut, I know you’ve done this before,” Xanxus growled, bucking into Gokudera’s hand. “And open your fucking eyes.”

Gokudera cracked his eyes open. In the crowd, he could see people staring at him with wide, glazing eyes, some panting lightly already. He winced, feeling his cheeks burn in sheer humiliation. He didn’t want to seem weak to the Tenth, though, even in his death. He flicked his wrist quicker, finally feeling like he was pleasing the sick fuck above him when he suddenly felt his head jerked forward.

The pulsating head of Xanxus’s cock pressed against his lips and teeth. He grit his jaw tighter and once again tried to scramble backwards, clawing, hitting and kicking at whatever he could reach. He couldn’t do... that! He fucking couldn’t.

He was about to shout some sort of obscenity when he felt the pistol crack against the side of his face. His jaw went slack for a split second and Xanxus shoved himself in. “Stupid fucking slut,” he snarled, harshly fucking Gokudera’s mouth, moving in and out and almost gagging the Storm Guardian. “Bite me and you die.”

More jeers from inside the crowd, zippers being undone. Gokudera felt nauseous. He was fucking helpless and that thought was more infuriating than what Xanxus was doing to him. It made him sicker than the noises the new boss was making as he shoved himself in and out of the silver head’s mouth, head of his cock poking at the back of his throat....

“Mm... is that enough?” he asked the crowd, holding Gokudera’s head at the base of his dick. He could hardly breathe. It felt like he was going to fucking suffocate before he was shot. He barely heard the crowd cheer in agreement as Xanxus ruthlessly pulled his head back and shoved his face to the ground his boot, causing Gokudera’s body to twist at an uncomfortable angle.

He didn’t make a sound as the scarred man grabbed him by the waist and pulled him to his hands and knees. He wouldn’t give him that satisfaction....

His eyes shot open as he felt Xanxus cruelly push himself in with one shove, using only spit as lubrication. He suppressed a scream enough for it to only come out as a whimpered gurgle in his throat.

“Come on, bitch, fucking scream,” he snarled, pounding in and out of Gokudera’s unprepared body. The silver-haired man let out a choked sob, pressing his face into his forearm. He could hear pants and moans from the crowd, sounds of fabric being rustled, the sickening slap of Xanxus’s skin against his own.

He wished he could just disappear. He wished that the Tenth were alive. If the Tenth were alive, none of this would have happened. He wouldn’t be in this position, just by the Tenth’s side, serving as his right-hand man....

He let out another strangled sob as he felt Xanxus gush inside him, holding it for a second before pulling out, essence dripping over his thighs.

He opened his eyes to see several of the crowd hovering over him, stroking themselves to completion over his body. He felt dirty, so fucking dirty....

He laid there, body shaking and sticky, underneath so many satisfied faces. He was almost glad the Tenth wasn’t there to see him like that....

“We all know who you serve now, don’t we, Guardian?”

Gokudera could only manage a weak nod.