This took quite a while, and I'm sorry for letting you wait for so long. And I apologize to my dear "Efficiency Aikawa" for having her bug me about this so that I could actually pick up the pace from word count 1800 (that's where I got stuck) onwards. Well, here it is, my first lemon. I tried to make it explicit and yet not too vulgar, if you know what I mean; I'd love to hear your opinion on the way I wrote the -ehm- scenes, critique is encouraged as well - I can't get better if I don't know where I went wrong.

Disclaimer (still) applied, read to your own risk~

P.S.: I know I promised a bloodbath, but I afraid that won't come too soon. Well, at least not in the next chapter. Unless Dino-abuse is considered a bloodbath. Muahahahahah... just joking.

It's 3:26 A.M. and I'm high on bishies.

Of Red Wine And Furious Clouds

The amber gems darted to the expensive wristwatch, one of the rare distinguishable marks of luxury its owner ever exhibited.

19.27.

Shit.

Dino cursed inwardly as he realised how long the dinner lasted; the warm welcoming atmosphere of the Vongola that he had let embrace him had made him lose track of time – the minutes and hours were munched away by light chatter over plates of delicious dishes of Japanese and Italian cuisine, thoughts and worries drowned in the glasses of Reicioto Della Valpolicella accompanying the fine pastries served as dessert.

He was going to get bitten to death.

At times like this, he wondered why Kyouya couldn't be like everyone else, rejoicing merrily at the reunion, laughing with everyone while enjoying celebration over full plates of the most exquisite food and glasses of the best wine – but then again, would he fall for someone that would be like everyone else? Wasn't the reason he couldn't let go now exactly the fact that Kyouya was so much unlike anyone else, that no one could ever even hope to compare to him?

He drank the last sip of the red wine down, trying to flush down the anxious worry that started to tinge at the back of his throat. It was a damn good wine, an inky-dark gift of the gods with hints of cherries in its tantalising fragrance, mixed with the most exotic spices; the fruity taste tricking you into taking it for a light wine until it hit with the slightly sour-tart pang of tannins – truly an elixir of love, the wine of seduction. Dino made a mental note to take a bottle with him; Kyouya generally refused to drink, but if he could intoxicate his lover with something like this...

The wheat-haired boss smirked almost perversely at the sight on the screen of his mind theatre. His plan was surely worth of a try.

While his dinner companions mused about the possible cause of the sudden change in his facial expression (some of them would be rather surprised to learn they have guessed correctly before they abandoned the idea as impossible), he quickly excused himself and left the aftermath of the dinner that was rapidly turning into a drinking party – for that, the high alcohol percentage in the treacherously sweet and light-toned wine was partially to blame. After a detour through the kitchen arming himself with a bottle under his left arm and two glasses in the other, he made his way through the hallways, tracing the path his legs knew all too well, towards the junction of the Vongola headquarters with Kyouya's personal residence.

19.48.

Dino gulped audibly when he checked his watch again. He is certainly going to get bitten to death; he'll count himself lucky if he manages to survive tonight.

After a silent knock foreboding his arrival, he slid the door open slowly, and entered a gloomy room, dimly lit by a single candle, devoid of any furniture but a futon in the middle and the low square miniature table that supported the single source of light. He took a step forward; hesitantly, his left foot joined the right just past the threshold of doom and he slid back the door behind him, sealing his fate with such a simple gesture.

He looked left, and saw nothing but emptiness; he looked right to find the same. Had Kyouya given up on waiting?

It would surely be possible, given that he was never patient unless he had a good reason to be; and while the Cavallone thought their nightly activities a perfectly good reason if not one of the best, he could never be certain about his Skylark.

"You kept me waiting."

It wasn't an accusation of a desperate jealous girlfriend who was left at home waiting for her possibly unfaithful lover to return from working overtime; it was a simple fact, stated with such coldness that sent shivers down his spine.

Dino could not make out the shape of his lover until the raven-haired Japanese leaned forward, allowing the faint glow of the candle to illuminate the immaculate features of his face, showing no expression apart from apathetic coldness accompanied by a momentarily twinkle of murderous intent in the silver orbs of his eyes.

"I was not aware of the fact that you intended to commit suicide, Cavallone."

The blonde chuckled nervously. Being addressed by his last name never meant anything good; it was something Kyouya used to do to establish the distance between them.

He knew an apology wouldn't cut it right now (or, rather it never did when it came to Kyouya), and would probably only enrage his lover more – oh yes, he was enraged despite the cool façade he exhibited. It was clearly evident from the way he restrained himself from showing any sign of anger, even the slightest twitch of an eyebrow; he couldn't remember when he had last seen him pissed off to such a level.

Well, it'll make ending it and letting go easier, won't it?

Dino hated his own treacherous thoughts. Moreover, he knew his eyes showed his torment; he wasn't a good liar, he never was. To the ones dear to him, and to those that knew how to read him, everything on his mind was written in bold capitals all over his face. He also knew that Kyouya would notice it; the sharp gaze of the Skylark worked like a detector for 'herbivorous' thoughts and inclinations, and nothing could remain hidden from it.

"I..."

His face twitched into a painful grimace for a moment so short you couldn't be sure if it was true or just the light playing on his features, before his lips stretched into a wide grin – the one that Kyouya always remarked it made him look like a fool. The smile did not quite reach his eyes, but his lover wasn't the one to ask questions.

"You wouldn't believe it, they hardly let me leave, ahahahah... Anyway, I brought some really good wine, you should try it, I know you don't like liquor, but this one is special, it's one of the finest Italian wines–"

"Fine,"

The Cavallone could not help but let his eyes bulge in shock – he surely had not expected Kyouya to accept his suggestion that easily, not even in his wildest dreams–

"...after I bite you to death."

And, without further notice, the half-intoxicated and weaponless boss found himself attacked by the furious cloud guardian, now baring his teeth as if possessed by a bloodthirsty demon – no, as if he himself was a bloodthirsty deity of the old times, a vengeful youkai furiously trashing about in his undying rage, and Dino could do nothing but reminiscence nostalgically about the old days of their battles as he watched the tonfa being whipped out seemingly out of nowhere and slammed directly into his stomach, forcefully bending his body in half and causing him to spit blood.

His arms flung towards his head instinctively, in a futile attempt to protect himself.

However, the hit never came. Instead, a metallic clang resonated across the room, a clear sign of a tonfa dropped to the ground, followed by silent steps and a gentle rustle of clothes when the cloud guardian sat down.

"You're not even worth biting to death when you're like this,"

True enough, Kyouya had never enjoyed fighting him when he was unarmed, weakened by blood loss or in generally in any condition that severely impaired his combat abilities. He always sought out only strong opponents; no one weaker than him was of any interest.

"...herbivore."

It had been a while since he called him that, too. But then, Dino hadn't exactly given him the reason to do so until now; he knew damn well not to appear weak in any sub-meaning of the word. He believed – no, he was pretty sure about that – that Kyouya would get tired of him if he showed any weakness, no matter how small. That he would lose his interest, cast him aside like some worthless piece of trash, like an old toy with a broken arm, doomed to never see the light of the day again because his maker made one of its joints too weak for the child's hands.

Yet, thinking about it now, he was showing him his one, fatal weakness from the very beginning; his weakness that was Kyouya himself.

A muffled plop disturbed the flow of his thoughts; it sounded familiar, but he couldn't exactly put a finger on it. Crouching down with his head between his knees as he was now, he couldn't exactly see the source of it, but looking up meant having to face his lover, which was something he didn't feel he was able to cope with right now.

He probably already hated him by now, being such a pitiful mess as he is at the moment.

Kyouya sighed. "You look pretty pitiful, Cavallone."

Last name-base; he's maintaining the distance again. But at least it's better than being called a herbivore. Would it be possible for Kyouya to forgive him for this moment of weakness, to forgive for him being his weakness?

Gulp.

Kyouya is drinking something?

Gulp.

...

No way, could that sound before have been...?

"Hn. It doesn't taste half-bad."

No way, no way! There's no way in hell Kyouya would voluntarily and on his own accord drink something alcoholic!

The silent rustle of silk against silk betrayed the Cloud's movement as he left his place and moved silently like a large untamed panther towards the Cavallone, stopping at an inch of distance before him. The blonde sensed the presence of the hand before he felt it slide down his jaw to grab his chin a little too violently, yanking his head upwards with ease. He looked at those silver-stained merciless eyes, and failed to find the resentment he expected there; what he saw was a bit of an annoyance for sure, but not hate, disdain or boredom. Annoyance, maybe with a hint of sadistic ideas, but something else as well; something he despite seeing it reflected in his partner's eyes rather frequently for the last ten years, had still not quite gotten used to watching it swirl inside those grey orbs faintly tinted with blue. Pure lust, desire for physical contact between their bodies, a demand for the pleasure-bringing friction.

Kyouya's left hand followed the first one, but reached towards his mouth, wiping some of the blood off his lips. With a strange glint in his eyes, the raven-haired male observed the crimson liquid, in colour so much resembling the wine he had just consumed, and yet completely different in composition and structure. He brought the hand to his own lips and licked it clean, savouring the taste of the blood in his mouth as if he was evaluating some high-class wine, all the while looking oh so beautiful and perfect and seductive –

Wait, what? Kyouya looking intentionally seductive?

...

Don't tell me the reason for his willing abstinence from alcohol was that he couldn't take it...?

"But I like this taste better," the normally cold-mannered Vongola cloud guardian literally purred in a seductive voice, before he dove in to capture his lovers' lips with his own.

No, Hibari Kyouya certainly wasn't a man with a high alcohol tolerance; one would might even go as far as saying he has rather surprisingly low tolerance for alcohol drinks – but only if he was one hundred percent sure the aforementioned person is not able to hear him or learn of the fact that he was the source of such a rumour.

Realising this, Dino couldn't say he didn't find it amusing and endearing; but he surely wasn't one to complain, especially not when this was one of the precious rare occasions Kyouya himself initiated anything between them that wasn't a fight. Rather than complaining or wondering, he resigned himself from the thoughts that burdened him, shoved them into the darkest corner of his mind and let it all loose.

Without a second thought, he dove deeper into the heated kiss they shared, and wrapped his strong arms around Kyouya, casually sliding the yukata off his shoulders along the way, exposing the delicate porcelain-like skin surprisingly unmarred for such a fierce fighter. Slowly, as he has gotten used to doing things that seemed to indicate his supremacy in order not to alarm his favourite Skylark, he tilted them both forward while not even taking a breath from the hasty kisses they shared, speaking of the longing for each other that had been permeating their entire beings for all too long now.

The blonde secured his grip around his lover before slowly rising, pulling the capricious Japanese along gently, and nearly smirking against his sensuous lips as the latter wrapped his legs around him, grinding their hips together while resigning himself to Dino entirely, clinging onto the Italian while letting him to take it upon himself to ensure they make it to the bed.

No sooner than Kyouya's back hit the sheets did their lips part; and, panting heavily while still trying to hold back with the last piece of dignity they had left, their breaths mixing in the inch of space between them, they were hardly humans anymore – they were beasts, craving for each other, craving for the touches, the friction, the thrusts...

Dino's hands reached for the sash of his lover's yukata impatiently, while Kyouya swiftly took care of his tie and shirt buttons, and was already proceeding to the zipper of his pants while the klutz still busied himself with the simple piece of cloth binding the last part of decency together. Planting chaste kisses along the milky-white neck, inhaling the addictive aroma of his Skylark along the way, it was no wonder his mind was too distracted to operate on the knot effectively – but somehow, he succeeded in the end, which can be probably blamed on the years of practice that had almost made the undressing subconscious.

Somewhere in the process – even Dino wasn't sure when exactly – his pants slid off him and landed on the ground, and all it was left to soothe the friction urging him to fuck fuck fuck Kyouya so badly he couldn't sit in the morning was a single layer of thin silk of his boxers. His lips moved downwards, marking his Cloud all the way from the thin neck and down his torso. Despite the misleading softness of Kyouya's immaculate skin in the most obvious places, there were far more marks on his body than Dino would like to see there; marks of other men, of people he had fought. He could not erase them, but he always made sure that the quantity of his marks by far surpassed every other – only then could he lie down at peace, reassuring himself that Kyouya was his.

He felt the calloused fingers tug onto his shirt, and Dino lifted his gaze for a moment to see what it was; he smirked when he saw Kyouya trying to rid him of his shirt. No matter what the Japanese said, no matter how much he scolded him and for how long he listed the number of places the Cavallone was not allowed to go, he actually liked the tattoos; he always told Dino to remove his shirt, and then he would run his fingers down the intricately patterned skin while his eyes followed every detail. But there was another reason to this even though Kyouya himself would never admit that; a few years ago, the Bucking Bronco's collection of tattoos became larger by one – on is upper back, a bit to the left (just where his heart would lie underneath) there was a single skylark among the clouds, and the Cavallone's Skylark never failed to check if it was still there.

Dino continued his ministrations, smirking against the delicate porcelain-like skin while marring it with yet another mark of his possession, all the while knowingly making his capricious Cloud more and more impatient. With every chaste kiss, with every run of his tongue down the pale silky skin, with every new mark of his possession tarnishing the unrivalled beauty beneath him, he ground his hips down against his lover's, yet refusing to go any further for the time being; he still had enough self-restraint left to drive Kyouya crazy to the point where he would have to forsake his pride, and let the words the blonde had been waiting for slip past his slightly parted lips.

"Dino... get on... with it... already..."

The words were hardly more than rugged breaths coming out of his pink-tinted lips softly parted to leave out the uncontrolled panting he tried to suppress; but that was more than enough for Dino to lose the last shattered pieces of self-restraint he had.

"Dino... what are you... waiting for... fuck me already..."

The wine was certainly doing wonders to Kyouya in bed; he was normally more violent, and never so sensuous and seductive; Dino almost choked on his saliva as he heard Kyouya whine and whimper under him oh so desperate and oh so seductive and oh so perfect and his his just his. Before the last pieces of his reason floated away on the words his lover had just uttered, Dino made a mental note to get him to drink a bit of wine more often.

Without a warning, he inserted the first finger, and muffled the yelp of surprise with his mouth against Kyouya's, hungry, insatiable, always demanding more and more and more. His thoughts were far from anything coherent, the only thing his brain was occupied with were the images of his lover under him, etching each of the precious expressions this new, slightly intoxicated Skylark offered deep into his retina never to forget.

The next digit followed right afterwards, revealing all the urge the Cavallone had been fighting back until his mind went blank and he could see nothing else but Kyouya, hear nothing else but his sensuous rich baritone, feel nothing else than his perfect satin skin stretched over the lithe body, and taste nothing else but the salty-sweet taste of the flesh his tongue lapsed over hungrily.

Kyouya, the self-proclaimed carnivore, naturally wouldn't show any sign of his distress, but the Cavallone was aware enough of his situation, with the months between now and their last meeting most likely being the fact that contributed the most to his lover's tightness, and how to put it, inelasticity. On the other hand, that meant the Bucking horse was still the only one the Skylark would allow to keep him company, and that was the fact that the Cavallone savoured and treasured like a precious gem; for it meant that the inexpressive Cloud at least allowed his actions to speak silent words of commitment for him.

He muffled the whimpers and half-cries he knew Kyouya would hate to let to resonate across the room with his lips crushing against the Skylark's, nudging his tongue into the untamed dance that left them both breathless, while rubbing his other hand against the hard length of his lover, just enough to accompany the pain with pleasure, yet still teasingly.

Dino would have to lie if he said he didn't like teasing Kyouya; it could be even stated that it was one of his favourite pastime activities (of which the first ten all included Kyouya, by the way), and the moment he had coaxed his capricious former student into bed, a new world of possibilities opened to him. One of the things he loved about Kyouya the most was the face he was making when his body was writhing in pleasure, but just enough to not push him over the edge, and he was still trying to hide it – and when the same face turned into something as close to begging as the proud Cloud would ever get, Dino knew it was time to fuck him and fuck him good or face getting bitten to death.

It wasn't quite enough yet, Dino knew, but his patience was not limitless, his lover's even less so.

He withdrew the fingers from Kyouya's entrance, and without hesitation, slid into the tight opening, sheathing his length as deep as he could into Kyouya. The latter cringed with pain before he could get a hold of himself – he had always been a little tight, and abstinence surely did not make it any better.

Dino's hand reached to caress the porcelain cheek of his own beautiful doll that looked oh so fragile but oh so perfect and beautiful and sexy and more importantly his and whispered silently "Sorry for hurting you", before he started moving inside him.

Kyouya, not exactly thrilled at the idea of moving when the pain still throbbed in his behind violently and soared up his spine, but dropped all intentions of arguing back when pleasure pumped through his veins as Dino hit the prostate with every thrust into his fragile-looking body, the sensation leaving him gasping for air and forcing moans down his throat mixing with pain in a bittersweet elixir of love.

But Kyouya was, obviously enough, not a woman; his body might look thin and fragile like that of a porcelain doll, yet he is as sturdy as any fighter, and stronger in every aspect physical or mental, than any of the Guardians. That was why the cheerful Cavallone boss could only be himself with Kyouya, could only toss away the shackles of self-restraint with him; it was one of the things that made him his one and only.

Sex with Kyouya was always a Dance Macabre, the dance of death that sent adrenaline raging down his veins, a lethal fight of pleasure with the formidable murderous beauty as his opponent; however, today was different. Maybe it was the wine they both had, maybe it was the lengthy abstinence, maybe it was the troublesome future weighing down upon them, but tonight was nothing like before. It was a feverish dance, a passionate flamenco between the sheets, fuelled by their burning desire; their harmonies were cries in the moonlight, their choreographies were the instinct drawing their bodies together in unison, their rhythm was the joint heartbeat of their wildly racing hearts.

Even if their minds didn't, being worlds away from reality, their bodies knew well what to do as they moved against each other in sync, Dino pounding Kyouya into the battered mattress restlessly, Kyouya responding instinctively, bucking his hips upwards to meet the blonde's every thrust. His fingers clawed on the tanned back, trying to bring him closer closer even closer to feel him with his everything feel him inside and it felt oh so good so good.

With every deeper shade of pink brought to the flushed cheeks, with every strangled moan escaping the sweetly inviting parted lips, with every bead of sweat that trickled down the marble-sculpted chest ever so slowly, Dino's thrusts went deeper and faster and Kyouya writhing under him, nearly stealing his nickname the way he kept bucking up to meet him halfway oh so tight and perfect and his and he didn't know where was up and where was down and the world kept spinning around him in a twilight blur as he fucked Kyouya deep and fast and good like never before.

Both breathless, both gasping for air but not allowing themselves the time to take a breath, they spiralled down the rollercoaster of pleasure mindlessly, feverishly, with the passion of a python devouring his victim in its last struggles for life; their sex was an unhealthy addiction to them, a drug that once tasted took a grip of their very being and wouldn't let them go.

Dino felt the familiar feeling spiralling in the pit of his stomach as he felt Kyouya arch beneath him in a relentless cry, and suddenly the world went blank, disappearing in white nothingness before it exploded in a display of vibrant colours, blinding his gaze and rendering his senses void except for the sensation that shot through him as he threw his head up towards the sky in climax.

Lifted from the ground and at the same time more aware of reality than ever, aware of his Kyouya under him as they both rode out the wave of pleasure connected, unified, together; soaring among the clouds detached from reality and at the same time feeling every single fibre in his body contract and release in the glorious moment as pleasure washed over him, leaving him speechless, thoughtless, senseless.

Dino fell over his lover in exhaustion, muffling Kyouya's half-hearted complaint about him being heavy, the purring baritone of Kyouya's enthralling voice being the last thing that rang through his consciousness while he nudged the raven-haired male into a more comfortable position and drifted into sleep with his arms wrapped around him tightly, just managing to notice the sleek porcelain arms follow his example before his consciousness slipped from this world.

Why does this have to feel so right?