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31 January 2009 @ 11:26 pm
[19] FANFIC: Gimme Stitches  
title: gimme stitches
author: proboscus
rating: nc-17
pairing: [3318] ryohei/hibari
summary: It seemed almost unfair that the only person eligible to be in Ryohei's club was somebody whose idea of a good time was cutting class and sleeping on the roof.
misc: standard disclaimers apply. AU. "Ryohei as a gym coach, Hibari as a student, Ryohei tries to seduce his favorite student, Hibari rides him out of boredom." written in response to a request on this meme. sex, odd humor, and lussuria.

It seemed almost unfair that the only person eligible to be in Ryohei's club was somebody whose idea of a good time was cutting class and sleeping on the roof. Applicant turn-out had always been sparse, especially in the middle of the schoolyear when the trickle of freshmen slowed down after they discovered there were other clubs. Baseball, tennis, fencing, -- introduced last fall after a visiting teacher from Italy showed he was pretty handy with a sword.

All of these clubs were far less taxing than boxing and required a lot less effort. Students didn't cater to the idea of having a few molars knocked out, or their faces cuffed fifteen times at the minimum. This year, the boxing club had five members, which was a step up from last year when Ryohei had managed to recruit a deaf paraplegic who made up for his paralysis with lots of heart, a twenty-four year old third year who still hadn't graduated, and the school janitor who quit after a week because of schedule incompatibilities.

This year, even with five members under his supervision, Ryohei worried constantly for the club's future. His recruits still lacked body mass and were the type to fall under the weight of a pair of boxing gloves. They couldn't throw a punch to save their lives and Ryohei was under the impression that even if they did try, they would never live up to his expectations so few and equitable though they were. Boxing was something he'd been passionate about since high school, but the school board didn't see the need to support a club whose only win since 1997 was a pie-eating contest that the school board itself had rigged. The higher-ups were pulling out the funding, dissolving the club if Ryohei didn't get his act together by the end of the term. The situation seemed dire, and Ryohei, having lost all hope and drive, was at the verge of handing over his boxing gloves, when Hibari Kyoya had stepped in.

Though it was more of a pair of tonfa hitting Ryohei in the face than Hibari actually stepping in, fresh as a spring breeze, like a miracle from the gods. Hibari was a freshman, an out of season student, though somehow he had managed to bequeath the position of Discipline Committee Chairman often coveted by graduating third years; stories vary as to how Hibari managed such a feat, but before the month was over, he had replaced the current chairman, a third year named Mochida who later joined the Mathematics club and spent the rest of his remaining time in high school keeping a low profile.

Hibari never showed up for gym class, but on the offchance he did, he slept under the bleachers as the rest of the class ran laps around the courtyard. Ryohei had heard of him for the first time when Lussuria, another teacher who specialized in, well - Ryohei isn't sure; Lussuria often hung around him and made awkard sexual advances, and his afternoons were always free: I have time for you, Sasagawa-sensei! Always! Now c'mere and give me a ki-- this was when Ryohei usually shut the door, but rarely in Lussuria's face; he didn't want to seem impolite. The other day, the flamboyant man had asked him if he'd met the new student. There seemed to be quite a fuss about him, he was supposed to be famous. Or his parents were. Ryohei had heard they owned their own tea ceremony school, and came from a long line of samurai. Stories have overlapped, rumors and facts skewed to elicit morbid fancy.

Ryohei asked, what new student? And Lussuria said there was an out of season freshman who often slept during his class or left to sleep on the roof. Lussuria put an arm around Ryohei's waist and asked if he wanted to get drunk together. Ryohei asked if the new student seemed interested in boxing, and Lussuria said, no, he didn't seem to be interested in boxing, he didn't seem to be interested in anything else but sleep and a yellow skylark he had taught how to sing the school anthem. And then Lussuria scooted his chair closer and put his foot on top of Ryohei's foot, and batted his eyes behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses. Is he lean? Ryohei asked. Lussuria said, He is, but not like sensei whose body is just perfect for me. Chiseled. So fit sensei, so fit! He put a hand on Ryohei's pectorals and slid it down to his thigh. Ryohei stared at the hand, then up at Lussuria. Lussuria smiled. Suddenly, the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

Ryohei wondered constantly about this Hibari Kyoya, though in Ryohei's terms wondering constantly often meant, sometimes crossed his mind. He had recruited just about everybody into the boxing club, including Lussuria who had scared off most of his potential applicants by wearing neon-colored shorts to try-outs. The shorts had Ryohei's name on them, and a red heart printed where Lussuria's ass would be.

Just as Ryohei was making his way into his next class, his gaze slid out the window. He would do that sometimes, snap out of his reverie so quickly that he found himself in odd situations without remembering how he was thrust into them. One time he had found himself face to face with a bear at the zoo. But now he was looking out the window. Seams of sunlight splashed on the floor, and he stepped towards them, basking in the warmth.

The window looked out to the baseball field which was empty save for a blur laying on the bleachers. The blur was shaped like a human; it was a black and white blur. Ryohei squinted and saw that it was a student, stretched lazily on the bleachers whereon a yellow skylark was also perched. Ryohei called out to the student and waved, forgetting the distance that stretched between them. But if Ryohei was anything, he was loud, and he cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, "OI! IT'S TIME FOR CLASS NOW! GET IN BEFORE YOU RUN LATE! OI!"

The student didn't budge. Instead, he turned over, away from the sun, and shifted to a more comfortable sleeping position on his side. The skylark flapped its wings before perching itself on his shoulder.


Ryohei marched down towards the baseball field, intent on hauling the kid back to class. He wasn't particularly angry, just indignant, that this student had enough nerve to cut class, and ignore him. Just as he was about to reach out to him, a pair of tonfa struck Ryohei in the face. It happened so fast - he had barely blinked and touched him when from out of nowhere came these tonfa, whipped towards his face at such an alarming speed Ryohei felt his jaws knock together painfully.

The student was standing over him now, the skylark making a nest out of his dark hair, the sun shining over his shoulder as if announcing a brand new day, or in Ryohei's case, an answered prayer. Ryohei blinked the mist from his eyes and readjusted his jaw; they felt dislocated, they hurt, to use Gokudera-sensei's words "like a bitch."

"Anyone who interrupts my sleep will be bitten to death." the student said, his eyes tight and darkened. Ryohei felt a shiver pass through him, though he was on the verge of smiling and this made his jaw hurt even more. The tonfa was put away, and the student sidestepped him in one smooth, casual movement; Ryohei watched him go with an aching jaw and blood pumping painfully into his veins. The wind blew his hair back, and the black school blazer precariously hanging on his shoulders seemed to flow in the wind.

"Hibari Kyoya," Ryohei murmured, almost in awe, almost in a trance, and when he rolled the syllables on his tongue, they tasted a lot like blood.


He finally found him - the problem was, as usual, how Ryohei ought to go about recruiting him. Previous recruits were afraid of Ryohei and that had worked to his favor but Hibari didn't seem like he was the type to scare easily, and judging by the force of his blow, he would put up a fight, maybe three.

"Oh, sensei, stop fooling yourself!" Lussuria said with a sweep of his arm. They were in the faculty room, Lussuria was tending to Ryohei's bruise.

"That student never shows up for any of his classes, I don't think he'd be interested in club activities." Before Lussuria could put a hand down Ryohei's thigh again, Ryohei stood, knocking the cottonball out of Lussuria's fingers.

"But I see it in his eyes!" he cried with determination. "He has the drive, the passion for boxing. I saw it; there's no mistaking it. Those are the eyes of a boxer!"

"Don't fool yourself into believing that there's something there that isn't, sensei. You said that the last eight times!"

Ryohei almost frowned. Almost. He sat down again. "He's lean - that's a start."

"He knocked you down with a pair of tonfa and sensei thinks he's perfect for the club?"

Ryohei nodded. "I all but offered myself to you and you threw me out of your club!" Lussuria whined. "Unfair, sensei! Unfair!"

Ryohei scratched his head. "It's hard to explain it." Hibari was raw and forceful. Hibari was strong and there was nothing else in the world that was more attractive than that.

"Sensei? Sensei? Hello?"

Ryohei blinked and saw Lussuria hovering a mere inch away from his face. He pushed his chair back. "I want him in my club."

"I wish sensei would say that about me."

"I'm recruiting him!" Ryohei said, and clenched his fist at the emphatic pronouncement. Lussuria sighed, as if admitting defeat, and draped himself all over Ryohei's lap. He looked up at Ryohei with a pout. "If sensei insists then I suggest you try a different tactic; why not offer him an apartment, a car?"

"I don't even have my own apartment; I still live with my sister," Ryohei said after a moment. "And I don't drive a car. I jog to school."

Lussuria sighed some more. He looked a little pained. "Well then sensei," he said, standing up and putting his hands on his hips, "Because I love you very much and I wish you'd realize that, I am going to help you recruit him."

Ryohei seized Lussuria by the shoulders and hugged him fiercely, in gratitude. "If you were any lighter, I'd lift you into the air right now." Ryohei laughed.

"Oh, sensei. If only, if only."


The key to recruiting Hibari was seducing Hibari. Lussuria's logic rarely failed and Ryohei trusted him enough to let him talk him into wearing a Hawaiian printed shirt and a pair of flannel pants. He had to earn Hibari's admiration, if not respect, and dressing for the role was only part of it. The next part was finding Hibari, and cornering him, and this proved more difficult than Ryohei had first thought because Hibari often moved around in his search for the perfect place to sleep peacefully. At lunch break, Ryohei started looking for him, and was about to give up when he'd heard chirping in an empty classroom. A bird was chirping the school anthem.

Ryohei slid open the door and was relieved when he'd found Hibari, leaning against the window, the sun in his face. Ryohei almost stopped breathing. There, that quiet intensity again, that rawness. Hibari opened his eyes and narrowed them at Ryohei who stood in his painfully bright shirt and flannel pants by the classroom door.

"Oi, shouldn't you be having lunch?"

Hibari didn't respond for a few seconds, and when he did, the voice he used was low and dangerous. "Sensei should mind his own business, otherwise he may be bitten to death."

He stood, the bird perched on his shoulder, and stopped by Ryohei in the doorway. He didn't say anything, but they shared a glance, and before Ryohei could bring up the boxing club, Hibari was already walking down the hallway, alone, save for the skylark flapping its brittle wings.


"You need to use more force, sensei! More force!"


Lussuria paused for a moment and carefully folded Ryohei's shirt. "I think maybe we should have you in something more revealing."


A week had passed, a week of casual encounters with Hibari, cold-shoulders, well-used tonfa, and usual threats on Ryohei's life ("I will bite you to death."). It was the first time Ryohei had come across a student like Hibari, no regard for the rules whatsover, and almost surprisingly, failing gym class.

Hibari failed to turn up for class all "the fucking time", borrowing Gokudera's words. Ryohei planned to speak to Hibari about this, about his constant absence and fondness for hitting Ryohei in the face with his tonfa, before casually bringing up the boxing club, like a smooth operator. "If you want, Kyoya, I won't fail you in gym; we can talk about this, settle it this way: you join my club, I give you a passing mark."

It would be easy. Except that it had gone like this: Hibari attended gym class for the first time, wearing the standard uniform consisting only of navy blue shorts and a flimsy white t-shirt, which was someone's idea of a softcore pornography, not that he minded, Lussuria said.

Anyway, it had come to Hibari's parents' attention that he was failing all of his classes including music which was not a real class at all because all you had to do was sit and listen to Gokudera play the piano; if you don't piss him off, he won't fail you. Sometimes Yamamoto even dropped by to make inappropriate jokes and he was always good for a few laughs.

Now, it should be said that Namimori was a boys school, and that the faculty consisted of men in their early to late twenties. Therefore, when Ryohei had cornered Hibari in the locker room, alone, it was not wrong of him to put both hands on Hibar's shoulders and squeezing. "Hibari Kyoya, I want you to join my clu-ummph!"

Ryohei's back hit the locker doors, and his head reeled at the force of the impact. "What was that for Kyoya? I'm your teacher! You don't just throw your teachers against the -" Ryohei shut up. And it seemed all of the world went quiet too.

Hibari was walking towards him - yes, in his shorts, shirt untucked and rumpled, left sock drooping over one ankle. Hibari was walking and there was something different about the way he was walking, something sensual, almost cat-like. As Ryohei stood from the ground, Hibari watched him with darkened eyes.


Ryohei sat. There was a feral smile playing on Hibari's lips but that could've been Ryohei's imagination. Hibari put a foot on Ryohei's chest and applied pressure so that Ryohei's ribs felt the strain. "O-oi. Kyoya, what do you think you're doing?"

Hibari's eyebrows drew together. "Quiet." then he said, slipping out of his shoes, "Or I'll bite sensei. To death." The last part made Ryohei shiver for some strange reason.

The locker room was quiet, and for a minute all Ryohei could hear was the rustle of Hibari's shorts sliding down his knees. They pooled around his ankles and Ryohei slid his gaze from those ankles and then up Hibari's knees, before finally, his erection straining against the white material of his underwear.

"We shouldn't do this, oi! I'm your teacher!" But his sound of protest was weak-willed and they both knew it. Hibari slid out of his underwear next, and kicked it off before sitting casually on Ryohei's lap. His cock, half-hard, gleamed at the tip with precome.

"O-oi," This made Ryohei nervous; he didn't think now was the appropriate time to do this, especially not with a student whose presence alone made Ryohei's stomach tighten in an inexplicable way. He put a hand on Hibari's chest to stop him, but Hibari caught his wrist and then licked his middle finger. He did it quietly, expertly, like he'd put a lot of thought in it or had a lot of practice. He slid Ryohei's finger into his mouth, wrapping his tongue around it, and suckling as noiselessly as he could. Saliva dripped down Ryohei's knuckles. It seemed almost obscene to be watching Hibari do this but Ryohei couldn't tear his eyes away. Hibari added another finger, and then another into his mouth, and laved saliva on all of them before guiding Ryohei's fingers behind his cock.

Hibari's eyes tightened, his jaw releasing. He let out a quiet exhale before slipping Ryohei's fingers inside him, one hand on Ryohei's wrist, the other on his shoulder.

"Move, sensei," he ordered, and Ryohei nodded, as if locked in a trance. He wiggled his fingers inside. The first one slid easily after a few nudges, and Hibari let out a sound half moan and half complaint. He rocked against Ryohei's finger, keeping their eyes fixed, his expression never wavering. Ryohei did enough blushing for the both of them as he felt Hibari's muscles clamp down on his finger, like they had no plans of letting it go in the immediate future. Ryohei added another finger but this time, Hibari drew away, lifting himself effortlessly, before standing up completely. "Lie down,"

Ryohei lay down. Hibari produced a bottle of lotion and sat down on his hips again. He pulled Ryohei's sweat pants, and reached inside for his cock. Ryohei moaned. Hibari's hands were cool and fit around his cock perfectly. His hands were soft which were surprising, and they cupped his balls and rubbed the tip of his erection before a pair of thin lips enclosed the head of his cock. Hibari still watched him with unreadable eyes, though by now his cheeks were flushed with arousal and Ryohei could feel his erection pressing against his leg. Hibari slid his mouth down his cock, lips closing over the crown before he bobbed his head in smooth, lazy motions. Ryohei's hips twitched and he seized Hibari by the hair, pulling him forward, closer, around his cock. Hibari slapped his hands away almost brutally, and upon pulling back, a thick string of come hung between his lips. He licked his teeth clean and wrapped a hand around the base of Ryohei's cock. "You taste good, sensei," he said, using the same low, leveled voice.

Ryohei moaned, flushing in embarrassment. Suddenly, there was a slick hand around his cock, a warm, damp palm stroking him violently, thumbing the slit of his cock. Ryohei let out a breath he didn't know he was holding when Hibari finally lowered himself on his cock. During the first few minutes, Hibari sat motionless on Ryohei's hips. Ryohei wanted to throw him down on the floor, piston his hips, do something to achieve friction - kid like Hibari, with his shirt still on and pulled up over his navel, you start thinking crazy things.

"Sensei," Hibari whispered. "Who are you thinking of? You're allowed only to look and think of me." Hibari moved his hips, and Ryohei nearly cried out in sweet relief. He kept his eyes locked with Hibari's, and Hibari rocked his hips smoothly, lifting himself down slowly and then lowering himself until the backs of his thighs were pressed tightly to Hibari's hips.

Ryohei slid his hands inside Hibari's shirt. At first, Hibari's eyes darkened as if he had the mind to, well, bite Ryohei to death for doing that, but as soon as Ryohei's thumb and forefinger pressed against the fleshy nubs of a nipple, Hibari's expression waned and his eyes slid closed. Their found their pace, and fucked slowly, drawing it out. Ryohei would have liked to fucked faster, on the wooden bench, but Hibari was in control and he seemed like he was enjoying himself. He rode Ryohei's cock with his eyes still closed, warning him never to touch his cock else he wanted to lose his dick.

And Hibari's cock, it was leaking now - that's how he could tell Hibari was close. His jaw was tight, and his breathing had picked up. Ryohei rubbed his nipples harder, rolled them against the pads of his fingers, and Hibari lifted his hips again before slamming them back down. He tightened his legs around Ryohei's waist, and in a quick movement, rolled them over so that Ryohei was on top.

"Fuck me, sensei." He sounded serious, almost threatening, and Ryohei lifted a smooth, pale knee, hooking it over his shoulder, before thrusting his hips. Hibari came, moaning quietly, and Ryohei slumped on top of him when his turn came, though he was considerably less quiet about it. He pushed himself up to his elbows, pushing the hair out of Hibari's eyes. He adjusted himself between Hibari's legs, cock slipping free from between Hibari's thighs.

Hibari's eyes opened, and Ryohei was surprised to see that they were gleaming in triumph.

"Boxing is for herbivores." Hibari whispered, before rolling them over again so that he was leaning over Ryohei. "I'm never going to join your club."

Ryohei spluttered, Hibari sat on his hips before he could fully move. "But if you fight me and win," he said, "I might give it a chance."
yuikoshiroyuikoshiro on January 31st, 2009 04:11 pm (UTC)

Excuse me I'm kind of incoherent now, but the characterizations are spot on!
Ryohei <33
proboscus on January 31st, 2009 04:43 pm (UTC)
Thank you for reading! Glad you liked! Sorry for the typos, I edited this and found a startling amount O_O *cries*
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proboscus on January 31st, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)

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(๑`・ڡ・´)ノシ u mad!: [Misc] WHIPPERSNAPPERSinfighter on January 31st, 2009 05:43 pm (UTC)
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Kagaya Chou: Windshearkagayachou on January 31st, 2009 04:41 pm (UTC)
Haha, thanks for posting this. It certainly left me in stitches. Good characterization. Hilarious situations. I particularly love that bit about music class, and how Ryohei's such an unreliable narrator that he doesn't seem bothered about details beyond wanting Hibari in his club ♥
proboscus on January 31st, 2009 04:44 pm (UTC)
ROFL. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU FOR READING ASDGHJKL GLAD YOU LIKED IT! THS IS my first time writing this pairing, I was a bit nervous. and now I want to write it again
(๑`・ڡ・´)ノシ u mad!: [SZS;sensei] i c what u did thereinfighter on January 31st, 2009 05:46 pm (UTC)
Oh well, since I was de-anoned...

OP liked it very much! Thanks for filling it!
proboscus on February 1st, 2009 04:32 am (UTC)
.... Lol. Well, er, I'm glad you liked it. I promise to write more 3318 ;; Thank you for reading/commenting! (:
extremewifuextremewifu on January 31st, 2009 07:54 pm (UTC)
That was deicious TO THE EXTREME. <33 8DDDD
I LOVE this pairing. SOOO HARD.
Wonderful writing! :3

Poor Lussuria...LOL All he wants is some EXTREME LOVIN'!
extremewifuextremewifu on January 31st, 2009 07:56 pm (UTC)
Aha, oops! I mean delicious! XD;;;
proboscus on February 1st, 2009 04:32 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading! I love Ryohei, period, and would read him with anyone, I think, rofl. Glad you liked it. (:
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proboscus on February 1st, 2009 04:37 am (UTC)
Thank you so much for reading! I wish I had me a 3318 icon (*shakes fist at plus account) I used to have one, IDK what happened. Thank you for reading/commenting. I'm happy you liked it. The world needs more 3318. *off to procrastinate on homework and write more*
i wanted to get close to the sheeptablo on January 31st, 2009 09:53 pm (UTC)

that is all.

p.s. thank you for writing this, no one writes 3318 :3
proboscus on February 1st, 2009 04:31 am (UTC)
エリザベス: ben fuckin' ★ kwellerimarobotica on February 1st, 2009 01:19 am (UTC)
FUCK YEAH! I just love when someone writes about my favorite pairing! :DDD
proboscus on February 1st, 2009 04:35 am (UTC)
Thank you for reading!
Sir Sadly "the Thunder" Grove: i'm a little sweet on yousadlygrove on February 1st, 2009 04:25 am (UTC)

AWESOME. Goddamn I love me some IC 3318. I LOVE that you had Lussuria in here, he makes my gay day!
proboscus on February 1st, 2009 04:36 am (UTC)
Lol, thank you for reading! I love Lussuria! No fic involving Ryohei is complete without him. IDK that logic is flawed but \o/ Glad you liked it.
Nivellnivell on February 1st, 2009 10:22 am (UTC)
Oh lordy, Lussuria makes me laugh. And there was awesome charaterizatin there, moar SenseiRyoxstudentHibari pls?
proboscus on February 1st, 2009 10:46 am (UTC)
Lol. Thank you for reading! I can't promise more Sensei!Ryo/Student!Hibari but I can promise TYL!3318 some time in the near future (:
Let's walk beyond the clouds: 13dame_batsie on February 8th, 2009 07:36 pm (UTC)
So, like, on a scale of 1-10, this gets a 1833. XD

I loved every word of this!
proboscus on February 9th, 2009 06:24 am (UTC)
lexalycorisc on March 21st, 2009 09:04 am (UTC)
reacquainting myself with your lovely stories. 8D
this is one hot take on the teacher-student plot and I LOVE IT <3
mm_meganmm_megan on December 25th, 2010 11:21 am (UTC)
this fic takes the cake. so good. :)
Christy: casshern sins -- casshernrinhail on March 4th, 2011 03:09 pm (UTC)
Fantastic story! I loved it! ♥