Transferring my old RebornxLambo fics here. Sadly, I don't write RL much nowadays...
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Title: One Step At A Time
Pairing: RebornxLambo
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Gen, humor
Summary: It takes a while, but their relationship gets better all the time.
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Sorry about this, Jyuudaime. They were fighting again. Tsuna hadn't needed to ask who "they" were, not when one of the guilty was firmly taking up residence in his office.
He was, at present, sitting across from Tsuna at his desk and polishing his gun rather disinterestedly, thus ignoring him. The Vongola Decimo knew that it was pointless talking to Reborn when he was like this, so he simply continued with his work as if nothing had happened.
He just hoped they would get it straightened out soon. Irie-san would scream if Lambo caused another power shortage.
Bending to sign a paper, Tsuna resisted the urge to whip his head up when he recognised the tune Reborn was humming. It was one of Lambo's favourites, a part-opera synth the hitman had previously called a less polite equivalent of the word 'tosh'. The teenaged Bovino had retaliated with a surprisingly well-executed plan;,seducing Reborn (and causing Tsuna's Hyper Intuition to pinpoint Lussuria as the culprit) before forcibly ejecting a stunned Arcobaleno out the door just as things were...er...getting on.
The young Don remembered arriving just in time to see his Thunder Guardian toss a CD on top of Reborn, shouting from behind the closed door that he wouldn't let him in again until he'd listened to every song. Before adding that the imposed sentence would extend to three weeks if the CD was damaged. The hitman had promptly cursed and dropped the thing-which he had precisely been trying to snap into two.
Tsuna still had to stifle a laugh at that thought.
Reborn looked up from his ministrations at a sound from his student, quirking a questioning eyebrow. He returned his attentions to his gun when Tsuna shook his head, but the looks he gave him were full of misgiving. However, the Vongola Sky, who had long since learned that the old mind-reading trick was actually a deep understanding of body language and facial cues, knew he was safe as long as he didn't give himself away, so he did his best to appear unruffled.
In the end, that particular cold war had taken up the full three weeks Lambo had promised, due to stubborn pride on the part of both parties. Just as long as this one was likely to last, but it was an improvement from the 5-week durations just 6 months ago. And Reborn had really listened to all those songs.
Scribbling his signature in order to hide a smile, Tsuna thought perhaps he didn't have to intervene after all.
(Owari)
A/N: NOT inspired by that pop song. And Tsuna's a lot sharper than everyone gives him credit for! :D
(P.S: If you can't imagine how Lambo's revenge went, picture this:
[NC-17 from hereon]
Reborn pinned Lambo against the door. They were kissing with their mouths open, the youth's already trickling as he moaned around the tongue plunged into his throat. His responses grew more and more vocal in a way that he knew would turn the hitman on, as the latter kept on mapping the curves of his lips and sucking on his tongue. Lambo jerked away with closed eyes, face blushing wildly as he clamped his legs together and curved his body out of his half-open shirt, producing a tempting pose. Upon which the older male cursed, and quickly ripped off his own jacket, removing his gun and holster as well. That was when his younger lover sprung and pushed him out, tossing the CD on him before locking the door. Barricading himself in with a conveniently placed cabinet, Lambo shouted his message before going off for a shower (a very cold one), leaving an angry Reborn swearing and pounding at the door.
...delicious. Xd)