Hello! i'm going to update this story twice a week because, I don't know, it's less stressful that way. i guess.

Please enjoy~


IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Xanxus pays an unexpected visit to his favorite shark in NYC. Meanwhile the others are...?

It was too noisy, so noisy Lambo couldn't sleep. Damn, it wasn't the first time the young man was sharing a sharing place with someone, and certainly not the first time he heard people having sex in the next bedroom, but Lambo swore even frat students didn't make as much noises as those two. And they'd make more or less the same amount of damage too (Lambo had to pick up all the pots and plates and pans Xanxus and Squalo had thrown on the floor on their way).

And the worst was that those noises didn't sound that bad; heck, some of them – mostly Squalo's moaning – were particularly arousing. How the hell was Lambo supposed to sleep in those conditions? He hadn't signed in to live in some sort of cheap love hotel for horny billionaires, had he?

Plus the next day, they had so many stuff to do… What did Squalo say again, Lambo pondered with his eyelids heavy with tiredness as he was lying in his bed...

"Xanxus.. It's so so deep… Feels good!"

Fuck. Not that.

That's right. Meeting with some judge or something at 10a.m, a lunch with the leader of some popular family foundation…

"Cumming… I can't… I'm cumming again…"

…After that they had to have go to arrange some stuff with VR Co's lawyer firm, and even meet with some guy in PR, and then-

"Xanxus! Aan! Come inside… Ah! I can't!" Suddenly came hitting the young man's ears, and at that moment he knew those two would not let him sleep all night long.

Lambo got up, grabbed a pair of pants and a jacket hanging on his way to the apartment's entrance and, after a last extremely exhausted glance at Squalo's bedroom door, Lambo left the house.

It was already very late in the night (or too early in the morning) to find any good place to spend some quality time alone, like some good old bachelor without a single friend. And since he was too lazy to drive to a hotel, it was in times like that that Lambo was glad that the coffee shop at the ground floor of his building was open 24/7.

He came in.

As expected, the place was almost empty, and the only people who were still there were the typical kind of human beings you can find past 2 in the morning and before 5: in the corner, a weird non-working dude who still lives in 1988, banging his head on the song Billie Jean playing loudly in his headphones; some nerd-looking guy sinking in his chair, eyes hidden somewhere behind thick glasses which were literally welded to his laptop; another man who looked like he was about to throw himself off a bridge… well, that kind of guys.

Way too depressing.

Lambo went to sit on the counter and ordered a cappuccino. When it arrived, the dark haired youth was five seconds from falling asleep on his stool. The hot drink did little to change his state. Now if he could only find a place for his long carcass to have some rest…

"Mind if I sit here?" A crystalline, light and sweet voice resounded from the seat next to the young man's.

There, a young and pretty woman, with long and pink-dyed hair and blue eyes that seemed dangerously blurry, about the same age as him, was casually sitting and smiling brightly at him, her lower body slightly leaning on the counter. She was reeking of cheap liquor and her clothing was a little bit too flashy for the place. The girl certainly was fresh out from a nearby club.

"No, of course. Please do." Lambo graciously smiled back as he replied. "Rough night?"

"Yeah, how right you are!" She giggled madly. "I'm so freaking thrashed right now… That's why I'm here… Uhm, you know…" She grimaced. "Sobering up. Giggles. My roommate is always bitching when I get home drunk so I think I'm gonna spend the night here… Just in case, ya see? Even if my place ain't that far…"

Lambo sipped at his coffee. "That's too bad. I have the same kind of problem now."

"Oh! That's hilarious!"

"Yeah, yeah, if you say so." Lambo yawned.

"Yeah, but you know…" The girl looked close at Lambo – or at least she was trying, because she actually looked too high or too drunk to be able to focus on anything at all. It wasn't as if Lambo couldn't understand the interest his person could raise in the young woman anyway; the young Bovino knew perfectly how good-looking he was. However, that night that wasn't exactly what he was looking for. "I think… If I have someone to make sure that I don't cause a ruckus at home when I get there… you see, someone to keep an eye on me… maybe she won't bitch after me."

'Taking care of you, in that way?' Lambo deliberated. He wasn't against the idea; on the other hand, he just wanted to sleep. 'Oh, that's true. There's that option too.'

"You live nearby, don't you?" The young man finally said.

"Uuuhm… Yeah… Did I say that?" She laughed her silly laugh again. "Yeah, so, you up?"

As an answer, Lambo got on his feet and, just like a knight in shining armor, he offered his arm to the girl, who for the nth time giggled like crazy, grabbed the young man's forearm, literally putting all her weight on the forearm. And just like this, the odd couple left the pub.

"Cavallone."

A suave and familiar voice was echoing in the abyss. But Dino was still sleeping, wasn't he? That must be a dream. Nothing but a stupid dream.

"Cavallone."

The voice was becoming more persistent, and the blond could also hear it clearer. It was Kyoya. How stupid. Why was he dreaming about Kyoya? Anyway, Dino Cavallone unconsciously knew that it was still too early to wake up. The young heir rolled on the mattress and plunged his head under a pillow.

That's when he got kicked out of the bed.

"Uuh… Why?" Was the first complaint he emitted that day, as he was lying clueless on the floor of a bedroom that wasn't his, in a house that wasn't his, buck naked and basically blind, too.

"I tried to wake you up." Hibari Kyoya's voice was now very perceptible, but with all the light in the room Dino couldn't clearly say if that huge dark shadow in front of him was actually the other man, or if it was just a huge ficus. "This is what you get from acting like a spoiled kid."

"Kyoyaaaa!" Dino whined, his hands clinging lazily on freshly changed sheets. He crouched at the foot of the bed. "What are you doing? I told you I have no rendezvous today: it's my day off! Couldn't you just let me sleep?"

"Huh?"

Oh, yes, that was his sadistic Kyoya: how could anyone pretend to have just one more minute of sleep if he himself was already up and ready to go to work?

It wasn't even the first time that kind of thing happened to the actor. After that particularly special night in Rome, it had been exactly the same thing: Hibari just boldly kicked him out of the bed first thing in the morning, not giving a single damn about how much he drained Dino's body of all its energy only few hours earlier. But what had been the most risible, the joke of the year, was when Hibari asked him if his passport was still valid. Of course, Dino replied. Very well, Kyoya said, then I'll have my people pack your luggage; we're leaving for New York now.

Bam, just like that.

Was Dino truly a big airhead, or did his falling caused some kind of tumor in his brain, or did the mind-blowing sex he had had with the younger male the night before simply deprived him of the totality of his mental capacities? You'll never know. But fact was that Dino Cavallone agreed on following the brunette. He didn't even know why he was being so obedient. Maybe it was just because of the typical aristocratic boredom of his, or because he was feeling a bit lonely. Maybe Kyoya too felt that way.

In any case, that morning, when he got kicked by Kyoya (again), they were in the Hibari heir's bedroom, in a magnificent 20-room apartment perched just above the treetops of Central Park, on the Fifth Avenue. From what Dino could say with his eyes half blinded by the light, the view was beautiful: there, displayed behind the huge bay window, centennial trees proudly were spreading high above the ground their majestic foliage which was slightly turning into red; all of this living, growing peacefully under the early sky of November, stunning in its light shade of blue with barely a hint of pink.

"How long are you going to stay there?" Hibari hissed when he saw that Dino wasn't making any effort to get on his feet, or at least to get back on the bed.

"As long as I want. It's my day off."

"Again with that. So you're telling me you're going to stay locked here the whole time we'll be in New York?"

"Exactly." Dino sulked.

Hibari Kyoya, just like a jaguar in his black suit and with his jet black hair perfectly combed aside, his bright obsidian eyes sending daggers to the blond, walked to him, each one of his steps measured and feline-like. He crouched next to the taller male and lift the latter's chin with his index finger, so that Dino had no other choice now but to look at him dead in the eyes.

In times like those, the older male had to admit that Hibari's natural charisma was truly something. Only staring at his face would turn anyone on.

"I quite think that, with all the nonsense you stupid herbivore made me go through, I've rightfully earned more than just the right to drag you with me wherever and whenever I want."

"Ah ah. It's starting to look like Pretty Woman. Eh. But if that's true then I'm Vivian?"

"I've already told you I've never watched that movie. I'll bite you to death."

"Got it, Edward."

"What?"

"Nothing."

Kyoya frowned. "Get your ass off the floor and put some pants, you indecent herbivore."

"Whose fault is it if I can't find them anymore?" Dino had to yell since Hibari had already left the room. "Kyoya, could you make just a minimum of effort to not make me look like your personal gigolo?"

"My gigolo?" Kyoya appeared in the room again, this time with a dressing gown in his hand. He tossed it at Dino. "That title is out of your reach."

"Even though we got such a great compatibility in bed?" Pouting, Dino put the piece of clothing on and headed to the bathroom. It was right next to the bedroom and was quite spacious (extremely lavish too, which kind of surprised the blond since he knew the Hibari heir had more humble tastes), just like the rest of the penthouse. Yet, expect from both men and a maid who would come now and then to clean the place, it was completely empty. "Come on, we literally didn't stop having sex since in Rome. Now we got so far you can't say that you didn't enjoy it as well, can you?"

Now, the blond was in the shower stall, naked again. The hot water was running on his subtly tanned skin, kissing each square centimeter of it. His hands were running through his dampened blond locks, pushing them back, before pouring body wash all over them. He did the same for the rest of his body.

Even without even looking, he could easily guess that the other male was in the same room. Kyoya was staring at him quietly from the corner of the bathroom. Something seemed to disturb him.

"What's wrong?" Dino asked, his warm chocolate eyes now locking curiously with Hibari's cool ones.

"Why are you using the same body wash?"

"What?"

"The body wash. Why are you suing the same for your hair and your body?"

"Well, because… it can be used for both. There, you see, it's written there."

"I see it. I'm not an idiot."

"Then what's wrong?"

"It doesn't make sense." Hibari's frown grew deeper. "How can this thing work the same for your hair, your body skin, your face skin? It's not as if the level of sensitivity was the same everywhere. This is completely stupid."

"Uhm… I didn't give it that much thought, though. Well, if it bothers you so much, why don't you give me yours? I just found this one here anyway, I forgot mine at home."

HIbari cast him a glance full of disgust. "Do you really think I'll lend you my personal effects? ("Why not? Even though we've been pretty intimate already…") When we go out, I'll buy you some."

Dino's eyes widened with surprise, a delightful surprise. "Thank you, Edward."

"Shut up."

"Which reminds me…" Dino laughed. "There's a scene just like this in the movie, if I'm not wrong. ("I'm tired hearing about that crap, herbivore.") Why don't you come in?"

While saying this, Dino Cavallone was facing the young Hibari heir, thus showing his toned and mannish body and proud masculinity in their full glory to the undisturbed brunette.

Kyoya humph-ed. "Do you really think I'd take the risk of getting a single crease on my Ermenegildo Zegna for a mutt like you? Know your place, Cavallone."

And saying this, the proud heir left the bathroom. Once he was alone again, Dino huffed lightly.

"Now I get why Xanxus easily took a fancy to his life of kept man."

He was having fun.

TBC