Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! nor any of the characters

Chapter 1

Crawling up onto the bed before him, Lambo sighed and closed his eyes. Reaching before him, Lambo grabbed on the pillows and brought it to his face, burying his nose into it, breathing in the faint scent that still lingered there. He blushed as he felt himself harden at the spicy scent that hit him, just adding to his growing frustrations with the older man. Groaning, Lambo sank down into the bed, 'Reborn, you idiot! You seem to notice just about everything else but me...How do I get you to notice me?' Turning over, Lambo spread out as he stared aimlessly at the ornate ceiling above him, pondering over his problems before he heard the grandfather clock out in the hallway ring the time, "Yare, yare...If I don't start soon, I won't have another chance like this for months."

Sitting up, Lambo reached down and grasped the ends of his shirt, pulling it over his head. With much care, Lambo threw his shirt off to the side, letting it pool on the floor as he laid back down on the bed. Taking a calming breath, Lambo closed his eyes and envisioned that Reborn was here with him. Recalling his latest dream, Lambo pictured Reborn braced over him. He could practically feel the other's weight on him, his knees on either side of his thin hips, his breath teasing along his neck, his lips. Slowly, Lambo brought his hand up to his chest, running his finger over his skin as he thought of Reborn's rough hands, of what they would do to him. One hand moved further up as he began to tease one soft nipple, rolling hit between his fingers, teasing the nub until it became hard, repeating the process with the other.

He could just imagine what Reborn would say about him, whispering his praise into his ear as he continued to tease him, a low moan of pleasure leaving him as he continued to tease the sensitive nubs until he couldn't bear it any more. Lambo shivered softly as he ran his fingers down his chest, his blunt nails scratching himself slightly as he worked his way down, stopping briefly as they reached the edge of his jeans. One of his hand pulled itself away and began to trail lightly back up, a soft mewl leaving himself as it ghosted over hardened nubs, moving to run along his neck, gripping his hair as his other hand reached how to dip past the edge of his jeans, his long tapered fingers gripping himself through the fabric of his briefs, moaning at the contact. Lambo's hips bucked as he slowly began to massage himself under the fabric, his breath speeding up as he teased his half hard dick.

A soft creek from outside the room snapped Lambo out of his little fantasy, fear coursing through him as he pulled his hands away from himself, his body rigid as he waited, both hoping and dreading that Reborn had come back early from his mission. Seconds ticked by, but no other sounds came from the other side of the door. Lambo's heart slowly began to calm down as he collapsed back down on the bed, his tense muscles relaxing as he thought that it was nothing more than his imagination playing tricks on him. Lambo groaned softly as he felt himself twitch within his pants, 'I guess I should hurry up...He could come back anytime...' Lifting his hips, Lambo worked to remove the last of his clothing, pulling a small bottle of lube from his pants pocket before throwing them over with the rest of his clothes.

Quickly, Lambo opened the small bottle in his hand and poured some of the liquid on three of his fingers, setting the bottle beside him as he laid down. Lifting his hips once more, Lambo reached beneath himself and traced his entrance lightly before inserting one single finger, thrusting it in a few times to get used to the feeling before adding a second one, moaning at the familiar feeling of being stretched, "Reborn~"

Scissoring his fingers, Lambo breathing began to accelerate again, his hips ridding his own fingers. Wanting more, Lambo moved his free hand to grip his length, moans spilled from his lips as he wrapped his fingers around it, pumping it in slow, steady strokes. Reborn's name became a continuous mantra falling from his lips as he entered the third and final finger, the pleasurable pain sending sparks up his spine.

It took Lambo a few tries to hit his sweet spot, his hips flattering as he found it, a white light bursting before his eyes. His hand fell away from his dick as he grasped the sheets below him, his back arching further as he continued to abuse that special spot, working himself steadily closer and closer to completion. Lambo's body tensed, his eyes screwed shut as he envisioned his dream lover once more, thought of what it would feel like to have the other inside him right now, wishing that the man was here now with him, making him feel this good...about how much better that would be than doing this to himself.

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Reborn smirked, standing outside his room as he watched the other as he came, cum coating the teens thin chest, his back arched high as pleasure coursed through the young boy, watched as delicate fingers were removed and Lambo tried to catch his breath. Reborn felt himself twitch and grow harder as he watched the little cow in his room, laying on his bed, screaming his name as he came...Reborn suppressed a low moan of pleasure as he kept his dark gaze on Lambo.

It didn't take long for the teen to collect himself, dress, and clean up the mess he had made. Taking a few more quick glances around the room one final time, Lambo tried to assure himself that everything was the same as before he had entered. Finally settled, Lambo made his way towards the door, leaving the room.

Rolling his shoulders to release some of the tension that had gathered there, Reborn silently removed himself from the shadows of his balcony, entering his room. He walked over to the bed and ran his fingers lightly over the spot that Lambo had just recently vacated, chuckling softly to himself, Reborn whispered, "Until next time...Lambo..."