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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Katekyou_Hitman_Reborn!
  Relationship:
      Enrico/Xanxus_(Reborn)
  Character:
      Enrico_(Reborn)
  Additional Tags:
      Crack, Extremely_Dubious_Consent, Pre-Canon, Xanxus_is_a_Vongola, Pseudo-
      Incest, Alternate_Universe_-_Canon_Divergence, Xanxus_isn't_Enrico's,
      Xanxus_isn't_Timoteo's, Mists:_Fucking_with_Reality_for_Pleasure_and
      Profit, Every_Sky_Needs_Their_Own_Harem, POV_Enrico_(Reborn), Dubious
      Consent_Due_to_Mist_Flames, Dubious_Consent_Due_to_Aphrodisiacs, Dubious
      Consent_Due_to_Gaslighting
  Series:
      Part 1 of Not_of_the_Ninth's_Line
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-08-11 Words: 2567
****** A Storm in his Sky ******
by Night-Mare_(Aoife)
Summary
     ... I have no idea what the summary for this should be. It riffs off
     an idea in As_Much_Cloud_as_Rain, where Squalo thinks Enrico is being
     incestuous when he suggest Squalo and Xanxus join him in his bed, but
     isn't actually part of the Secondary_Flames_and_Side_Effects_'verse
     It starts with the street rat his father brings home, and claims is
     his half-brother. Enrico disagrees that Xanxus is his little brother,
     as do his Flames. It'll be years before he can have him, but he's
     just found his Storm.
Notes
     Xanxus is a Vongola, but isn't the Ninth's son - nor is he the son of
     one of the younger Vongola boys. He is descended from Primo and
     Secondo though.
There was a threat.
In their territory.
It left him and his Cloud - Guido - prowling within the Iron Fort, trying to
figure out what was rasping on their Flames. But whoever it was that was
leaking those Flames, they were too strong - stronger than either of his
brothers - and too diffuse to easily track. He was only stronger than the
source of those Flames because he and Guido were far more tightly wound around
each other than his father and Visconti were. They had tied their Flames
together so tightly that Guido’s Flames instinctively amplified his - but it
also left him with a Cloud’s instincts to manage as well as those of a Sky.
(He’d found Guido young; they’d been threatened, went Active together, and the
entwining of their souls had been what had saved them.) It also made him more
feral than his father, the Ninth, even if he's learned to put a civilised
veneer on it and conceal his claws and fangs when sliding amongst his father’s
men. If he hadn’t been the oldest, he would have retreated to the Varia
Compound at least five years ago, which would have let him take the mask off
occasionally but instead he was here, pretending.
The threat tugs at his instincts, draws him to the waif that his father
introduces to him as his youngest sibling. He eyes his father like the man is
drunk; or worse, senile. If Xanxus was his father's child - if those striking
crimson eyes and that onyx black hair was concealed in his father’s genetics -
then his mother had played his father false thrice over; and his Madre was too
proud, too Catholic and too much the heiress to have been done that. And the
boy’s Flames. They’re beautiful, and he wants; he's short a Storm. Yes, the boy
might have a thread of Sky, something that could be nurtured into being capable
of supporting a full set, but the breadth of his Storm ...
Xanxus is the son of a firefly, a child of the worst of the slums within their
territories, and he understands exactly why his father fished the boy out of
them. Just not the lie his father told - especially with the way it hurt his
mother. He’s not Stupid enough to think that his father has never been tempted
by the fireflies that look to the Famiglia for protection; he knows that if he
didn’t have Guido, he would have been, and his Father isn’t so tightly tied to
any of his Guardians.
Those origins make the kid skittish and quick to bite - his thread of Sky does
expand, slowly, but it only makes the Storm even more attractive, even more
dangerous to him. Guido and their impossibly tight binding had set the tone for
the rest of his Elements, and the idea of snapping, of dragging the kid to his
bed before he’s old enough to bear the sort of bond his Flames demand of him
sends him to the Varia for six months, ostensibly to learn about the wildest of
the sub-Famiglias, but in reality to seek other Elements that might fit his Sky
well enough to give the little Storm time to grow. He finds a Mist and a Sun
amongst the Varia, binds them tight and close, and with three Elements in his
bed he’s able to work on coaxing Xanxus without worrying quite so much about
doing something he’ll regret.
It's hard, unforgiving work ‘befriending’ his little ‘brother’; it takes years
and years, and he watched as Xanxus grows up, out, and as far as he’s
concerned, prettier. Androgynous, despite his height. By the time Xanxus is
twelve, and he’s had to teach the kid to shave, and explain the somewhat early
puberty the kid’s suffered, his ability to be good, to be patient is done,
despite the Lightning he’s added to his bed. He wanted. His Cloud wanted; even
his Sun, his Mist and his Lightning were eyeing the boy avariciously. Xanxus is
a Stormy-Sky; the final straw is when the boy acquires a pretty little Rain and
he realises from the way the Rain limps into breakfast, has bedded him, and he
takes that as permission. If his little brother is ready to bond, to fuck
another, then surely he can have him as his Storm. Bury his cock in that tight,
toned ass and make Xanxus his Storm. Take that lovely raging Storm as his own,
and give the boy the Varia - give the kitten claws and things to scratch with
them.
Not that talking his pretty kitten into his bed is easy. His father has Xanxus
all twisted up with his lies. Before he can fuck that pretty little ass - at
least before he can fuck it without Xanxus crying rape - he has to explain that
his kitten isn’t his blood-kin. His father has the Stormy-Sky convincedthat
he's a Vongola and had raised the boy Catholic - Squalo, his little ‘brother’s’
very pretty Superbi Rain has to have broken the conditioning placed by the
church; he's seen the evidence, his Mist's bugs catching every angle of the
repeated surrender of the youngest Superbi boy. It was a very beautiful thing
to watch.
He’s not stupid. As much as he wants Xanxus under him now, he keeps failing to
pin his little ‘brother’ down to explain his kitten’s actual bloodline; he’s
even got actual DNA-results to show him. He’s so frustrated by it that his Mist
makes a suggestion that he shouldn’t have listened to. But he does; he and
Guido and his Mist weave a complex Flame net, catch his little brother in it,
fuzz his senses; pour aphrodisiacs into Xanxus and Squalo, and then release
them. Leave them to fuck the night away, watch through Mist-enchanted mirrors
as his little ‘brother’ ravages his Rain, and is ravaged in turn, the two of
them going at each other over and over again until they were both dripping with
each other’s cum and their cocks too limp to go again.
He and Guido slide into the room near dawn when his little kitten and the boy’s
pretty little swordsman are messy and exhausted, the aphrodisiac and the
illusion ensuring neither of them thought twice about two older teens joining
them in the bed. He and Guido both have their targets; he lifts his kitten into
his lap, onto his cock; slides it into his little ‘brother’s’ puffy passage, so
tight that the boy has tears in the corners of his eyes as gravity forces him
to take the whole thing in one go. He kisses the tears away, licks at his
kitten’s mouth until he opens it and then plunders it ruthlessly. Wraps a
little of his Sky around Xanxus, and then rolls him beneath him and makes use
of the tight passage he’s gained access to. He’s waited four years for this,
and it was worth everyminute of that wait.
Guido has his kitten’s Rain in a similar position; the silver-haired boy was
making the most beautiful little whimpers every time Guido rammed his cock into
the ass that was almost as pretty as his kitten’s. Neither boy was going to
manage to cum again, but he still enjoys the feeling of the muscles around his
cock twitching through aftershocks and dry orgasms. Once he’s had his fill, and
filled his kitten’s lovely rump with his cum - heavily laced with his Flames -
he switches places with Guido and has his kitten’s Rain while Guido takes his
pleasure from his little ‘brother’.
He and Guido repeat the game every night that they and their Mist and the boys
are in the Iron Fort. It’s at least a little bit amusing that no-one has called
the boys on the way they’re both limping and eating huge amounts of protein.
They lower the aphrodisiac dose; it doesn’t take very long to wean the boys off
it entirely - they fuck like they’re on the full dose, and it’s gorgeous to
watch. Especially once he gets his Mist to leave a couple of manuals where the
boys will find them. Xanxus reaches for him sleepily, needly when he slips into
his bedroom now, his Flames hungry for his, and he shushes the boy, works with
his Mist to ensure this is still dreamlike - it's mischief like this that lead
to tales of incubus and succubus, a Mist taking their pleasure where they
pleased - and he gives up and plants the data about his heritage right where
Xanxus will find it. He hasn’t manage to pin down his kitten long enough to
tell him, so he leaves it where the boy will find it, and watches, and waits
and keeps fucking him every night, leaving him full of his Sky Flames. So full
that his kitten’s endless Storm was almost entirely his now.
Not that his little kitten reacts predictably to finding the information; he
walks in on the teen hissing like a wet cat at his father, the kitten's Shark
behind him, sword in hand, and oh, he's going to spank Guido for distracting
him at just the wrong moment, for kneeling and kissing his Ring and sucking his
cock this morning, and keeping him from intercepting this little tantrum. But
first he needs to get Xanxus out of the room before his father does something
stupid - he recognises the early stages of zero-point from relentless training
drills, and while he could defrost it easily enough, he doesn't want to deal
with his kitten needing months of frostbite treatment, because his father
tended to encase the entire body of his victim; he favoured limbs, himself.
Much easier to screw with people’s heads that way, and much easier to heal if
the victim was useful.
His Mist is better than his Father’s; more recently of the Varia, more cunning,
had learnt at the toes of the Arcobaleno who had decided to take up residence
in the compound, and knows his tells well enough to conjure an emergency.Which
leaves him to deal with his kitten; who is definitely most of the way to a full
grown lion now, Secondo’s clone with the red eyes of Primo’s nameless friend,
and exceedingly pretty. And a kitten whose sweet, tight rear he's had a good
dozen times now. Each time better than the last, and he’s addicted to
plundering his little ‘brother’s’ ass. Guido slides into the room too,
unnoticed by his kitten and his kitten’s shark; their Flames so tightly meshed
that for someone trying to use Flames to track who was present, they were
indistinguishable, two halves of one whole. He tugs softly on the Flames he’s
wrapped his kitten in, filled his kitten with, and sits in his father’s
ridiculous office chair.
He lets Xanxus rage and destroy the room; his kitten has ‘earned’ the right to
anger, and the more he indulges in it, the wider his Storm Rages, the easier it
is to tempt his kitten.He’s patient enough to wait; it feels like it takes
hours, and he has to deflect more than one blast of Storm Flames, but
eventually his Sky has the desired effect, and Xanxus crawls into his lap
seeking comfort. The effect of the ‘dreams’ means that his little ‘brother’s’
response to finding a hard cock in that lap is to rub that pretty little rear
of his against said cock, and he's nearly won. He has Xanxus’s Storm in his
Sky, has his vicious little kitten in his lap. He takes his time to talk to his
kitten though, rather than jumping straight to the main show - unlike Guido,
who has Silvio helping him keep his kitten’s Shark quiet. He suspects that the
boy’s mouth is full of cock, given the suspicious lack of ‘Voooiii!’ from that
end of the room. He sort of apologises for what had happened, laid out the
evidence, and twitches his hips, rubbing his hard cock against his kitten’s
ass. Explained that Xanxus was still Vongola, just from a collateral branch,
but that it meant that he could do this.
His kitten has exhausted himself, and that means he can lay his hissing Storm
on his father’s desk, strip off the boy’s pants and sink into that hot tight
ass. The implications, the dreams, and the way he’s tempted the boy’s Flames
means that he doesn’t get a faceful of Flames doing this while Xanxus is awake,
but instead it was like he’d found just the right place to stroke his new
Storm. The noises his little ‘brother’ was making were beautiful. He leans down
and kisses those lips he hadn’t dared to taste yet; Xanxus kisses him back and
he presses his Sky - his Primary, wide, bolstered by four bound Guardians -
against his little ‘brother’s’ Sky Secondary. It folds, and his kitten purrs.
Such a pretty purr, all for him, his little ‘brother’s Wrath willingly coming
to his hand when he tries calling it, and he can feel the two new bonds
slotting into place, the breadth of his little ‘brother's’ Storm, and the depth
of kis kitten’s swordsman’s Rain adding to the whole of his Sky, and he thinks
he’s probably a match for his father now, might manage to wrestle the Family
from his increasingly senile parent.
He tugs his kitten up from the desk, holding him on his cock, and settles back
into his father’s desk chair, and spins around to watch the way all four of his
other Elements have ganged up on his new Rain. It’s a very pretty sight, and it
makes his kitten squirm on his cock in an adorable fashion. His kitten’s Shark
has to at least have a Mist tertiary; it’s the only thing that makes sense
given how easily he just took a second cock being stuffed into the boy’s pretty
ass, and how he can have opened his jaw wide enough to be sucking on two cock
heads without dislocating it, and his Sun was too much the healer to be doing
that to the swordsman if he was being injured by it.
He nuzzles the throat of his kitten, and contemplates all the things that
Cristofano could teach his kitten’s Shark, and whether with some modification
all six of them could fuck the pretty Rain at once. He slides his hand down his
little ‘brother’s’ chest, and strokes his cock roughly, demanding that the boy
come. "The Varia for you kitty-cat. I think you'll enjoy stretching your claws
and using them far more than being our ‘father’s’ pretty teenage bauble. And I
prefer my own to enjoy their roles.” He added a twist and was thoroughly amused
at the way his kitten’s cum decorated the Ninth’s desk - and enjoyed the way
his kitten’s ass clamped down on him so very, very hard; this was even better
than the games he and Guido and Cristofano had been playing with the boys.
Xanxus was even riding him now, despite having cum once already, the delightful
result of his stamina being built by the games that had been being played. He
had plans for his kitten; he might not be from the main line, but he was still
Vongola, and if Cristofano could figure out how to cross his kitten's bloodline
back in again, they might produce a Sky like Giotto. Might manage to reverse
the fading of the Family’s Sky ...
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