a/N: Short but a story I greatly adore. I hope you guys like it even though it's so short. It's a new look I've had on R27 and I'm loving it.
inspired by the song Make it Rain from the Sons of Anarchy.
i have two stories inspired by that but the other is being beta'd. I'm too lazy to ask for my beta to check so I apologize.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters from KHR.
The first time they slept together Tsuna had been stunned.
He remembered the feel of warm flesh, his nails biting into broad shoulders and throwing his head back in ecstasy.
His first time had set the bar for years to come. No one gave it to him better then Reborn did.
He couldn't remember how they even progressed to that state. It had been a late night, a flurry of words and accusations and only sex had calmed them both down.
Tsuna woke up the next morning, blurry eyes glancing at Reborn who was seated with his back facing him.
There were light red marks across the hitman's back. It filled him with immense pride.
Tsuna had stayed still, watching the hitman release a breath of air, smoke filling the room.
He had been wary, they had crossed boundaries they had set up years before. So he waited for the rejection, the harsh look and words telling him to keep quiet.
Instead, he got a chuckle.
"You have work today, a few meetings as well, you're gonna be late."
Tsuna was stunned, staring in amazement as the hitman finished off his cigarette and tossed the ashes away.
The Vongola boss leaned forward, gently resting his hand above Reborn's, then, as if asking lay his head in the small of his tutors back.
There was only silence, neither of them breathing a word.
That was how it all started between them.
Their interactions weren't any different (Reborn would never stop work just because they were doing each other. They had jobs to do, hard earned sex was the best sex to him).
Reborn was harsh, Tsuna was stubborn. The world continued on, no one questioned them.
Not even when the hitman spent more nights at Vongola.
Reborn would head to Tsuna's room instead of his own at night. At first it was purely sex but as time went on it gradually developed into accepting one another.
Tsuna would wrap him up in forgiving arms, wrap him like the vast sky he was. Reborn would accept it, put down his pride and relish in the warmth the sky gave him.
At meetings Reborn strayed a little closer. They would go out for lunch more.
Reborn stayed with Tsuna.
It was never an official thing.
The Vongola boss still received marriage proposals and still considered them as thoughtfully as possible. The ex-Arcobaleno tended to his lovers, wrapping all of them in his fingers.
They still lived their basic life's that the guardians never considered anything. They believed it to be their mutual trust.
Reborn was Tsuna's advisor, it was obvious the hitman needed to be consulted more then the other guardians.
Reborn never lay claim on Tsuna and Tsuna never lay claim on Reborn.
But behind those doors they forgot about that.
They ignored their social status' and their responsibilities.
They drank each other up, drank up what they had to offer.
Behind these doors they were possessive.
Tsuna would mark him, bites, scratches, hickie's.
'He is mine, bitch!'
Reborn would wrap the brunet up, hold him, caress him, treat him like a fragile china doll.
The hitman clung to him, breathing heavy after the act was done. He allowed Tsuna to hold him, allowed Tsuna to hum, a low growl in his chest.
Behind those walls Tsuna staked his claim.
Behind those walls Reborn had dropped his guard.
Vongola Decimo had fallen in love with his impossible hitman for a tutor.
The world's greatest hitman finally found someone worth living for.