This will be a series of drabbles with the two characters. There might be some inter-lapping with the Vongola Decimo, that I also started... This is a TYL set! I hope you like it!
Tsunayoshi Sawada glared at the note that he had found the moment he had awakened from his forced slumber. Figured the man would only leave a message instead of waiting for him to wake. To think that he would use a sedative in his water, the man had really become more inventive in making him rest. But it was not that the Vongola Boss purposefully ignored his orders, it was just that certain things could not be delayed.
He was grateful that he had help from his guardians with a great deal of the papers that he had not done. Ryohei was surprisingly the most adept at doing the assignments, not that he was complaining. It was just strange that someone so spirited as him could be so skilled in doing deskwork. However, the meeting that he had to attend tomorrow was inevitable. He had to be present else the other families would assume that he was snubbing them which was not a good thing.
He sighed as he lay in bed, contemplating what to do next. He doubted the possibility that anyone was up at this time, a quick glance at the clock showed that it was already two-thirty. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to check his office and get some catching up done. He sat up only to grimace at the sudden spike of pain shot up from his side abdomen. He looked down at the tightly wrapped injury before groaning in annoyance. If he hadn't been stupid and paid attention, he would have avoided the ricocheting bullet. But no, he didn't, and this was the end result of his failure to. Ignoring the throb, he swung his legs off the bed and onto the carpeted floor. As he was about to head to his closet to grab a shirt, a voice stopped him.
"I see the sedative wasn't successful."
The Vongola turned to the source of the voice, narrowing his eyes at the comment, "You knew about it, as well, Reborn?"
When there was no response from the hit-man, Tsunayoshi shook his head and continued, "It didn't even go in that deep…," said the Vongola Boss, throwing up his hand in exasperation "Fights with Hibari left me in more pain than this! I'm fine."
"No, you are not," said Reborn, his tone booking no room for argument, "Hibari does not lace his weapons with poison. Go back to bed."
Tsunayoshi gave an indignant glare at his past tutor, "I don't need to be babysat, Reborn!" muttered the brunette, before heading towards his initial destination. He barely walked three steps when a hand grabbed him by the back and sent the Vongola Boss sprawling into the bed. He was unable to contain the hiss of pain as the sudden toss jostled his wound. Reborn loomed before him, fedora tilted back, revealing an unreadable expression.
"Of course, I ordered it, dame-Tsuna," said the hit-man simply, dismissing the glower from the irritated Boss, "You are of no use dead."
Tsunayoshi stared at the hit-man before looking away, "You all worry too much," said the brunette, a sigh escaping his lips, "I am not going to die from something like this."
"Is it still hurting?" asked the deep, gruff voice above him while stroking the bandaged abdomen. Tsunayoshi forced back a wince at the sudden touch, shaking his head in a stubborn denial. When there was no answer, the young man looked up in confusion before realization struck him. Up close, he could see into those coal black eyes that were slightly tinged with a troubled gaze that was rarely, if ever, seen. He smiled softly before reaching up and pulling the man into an embrace, kissing the crook of the neck. His smile grew into a slight smirk when he felt a shiver go through the raven haired man.
"I'm fine," muttered Tsunayoshi, "So don't you dare try that stint again. I'll have you fired."
He could see a flash of amusement jump pass the man's eyes before a jolt of pleasure snaked through his body, forcing a startled intake from the Decimo's lips. "I wouldn't dream of it, baka," said the man endearingly as he ran a soothing hand along Tsunayoshi's back, massaging the tenseness he felt there.
Tsunayoshi gave a half hearted glare at the dub before a satisfied sigh escaped the young man's mouth, "You should quit and become a massage therapist, Reborn," said the brunette, "Imagine all the money you would make, especially with your charisma."
The hit-man's brow arched up in amusement, pausing from his work, "Money is not an issue, interest on the other hand…" He let the comment trail, giving the Decimo a knowing glance and smug smile. It was the young leader that looked away first, a slight flush making its way on his face.
"It was just a thought," said the brunette firmly, determined to not lose ground. However, the hit-man seemed to have other ideas as he muffled the Decimo with a demanding kiss, physically forcing him back into the soft folds of the bed. The sudden push startled the brunette and provided leverage for the infamous hit-man to ease into the inner parts of his mouth. Tsunayoshi exhaled noisily as he grabbed the hit-man by the back of his head and deepening the contact. He ran his hands roughly through the silky, black spikes of the hit-man, earning a small groan from the hit-man. The brunette could not help but smile vindictively into the kiss. As if sensing his amusement, the hit-man drew back from the Vongola leader lips only to nip at the brunette's collar bone, leaving a bruising mark.
"What was that for?" growled Tsunayoshi, trying to both glare at the smirking man and ignore the pleasant sting of the bite, "I have a meeting to go to tomorrow!"
"Not my problem, dame-Tsuna," dismissed the hit-man calmly. He began to shed his outer garment casually, if not sensually, before placing it neatly on the only chair in the room. Tsunayoshi could only stare in dismay, unable to help but admire the taut built body of his tutor, through the fitted black dress-shirt, "Like what you see?"
"That is low, Reborn," muttered the brunette as he continued to watch the older man unbutton the garment, completely captivated, "You know we can't go that far tonight."
Said man smirked as he undid the last one before stalking up to the Vongola boss who had propped himself up on the back of his elbows to watch the man. They kissed once more but this time, Tsunayoshi was treated to a gentleness he had once never assumed that Reborn was capable of creating. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the contact of the other's lip, enjoying the simple touch. However, that moment was interrupted by a flick of a tongue conveying a silent order. He frowned, reluctantly allowing the hit-man in. It was still strange for him to have the other's tongue in his mouth, no matter how times they had tried it. However, that did not stop him from participating in the struggle for dominance, exhilaration being one of the main reasons to continue.
Reborn did not bother stopping his assault on the Vongola, climbing languidly onto the bed, all the while, increasing the pressure onto the younger man's mouth. A few seconds later, Tsunayoshi had no choice but to concede defeat as his arms gave out from under him, making him collapse back into the comfort of the bed. Reborn followed him down, propping himself mere centimeters from the Vongola's face.
Both were breathing hard from the kiss, "Rather bold, aren't you?" whispered Reborn with a slight smirk, though not all surprised at the resistance he found.
Tsunayoshi raised a brow, bringing up his hand to caress the hit-man's face. "Against you? Always," said the Decimo in a matter-of-fact tone, "You taught me that."
There was a soft chuckle from the raven haired man as he watched the Vongola boss move to his neck and shoulder, allowing the young man the touch. A frustrated sigh escaped Tsunayoshi's mouth and at the questioning look from Reborn, he glared. "I want you back by the time this wound heals."
The hit-man did not bother containing a chuckle, laughing deeply, "You want me to finish a two month mission in one month?"
Tsunayoshi frowned before shaking his head, "No, never mind that. Just do what you need to do," ordered the Vongola, "Don't compromise the mission."
The hit-man shifted his position until the two were side by side, an elbow propping under his chin while the other hung around the waist of the brunette, occasionally stroking his side, "Very well, Decimo," said Reborn, accepting the order with a slight smirk.
The brunette frowned at the sudden change in title but did not protest at the one-armed embrace. In fact, the young man moved closer into the hit-man's hold, clinging to the man's shirt.
They laid together in silence before the Vongola suddenly kissed the hit-man on the chest, on the heart. He looked into the dark eyes and smiled softly, "I'll be waiting."
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