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Warning: Death Scene

Chapter 2: Agreement and Cooperation

Vindice stands up. "Rome has come together," he starts. "Rome speaks. Rome fights. Rome conquers."

As one, the heads drink their whiskey.

"Now that that's done."

Lambo breathes a sigh of relief. Finally.

"Why do we even do this stupid salute," Byakuran pouts. "It's a waste of time. And so damn long."

Lambo agrees but tradition is tradition. Doesn't mean it's not stupid though.

"It's how things are done, New Blood," the Vindice answered. Lambo wonders, looking at everyone around here, if there's going to be a murder in The Gathering.

"It's a stupid tradition," Lamia says, her lips pursed down. "No one even cares."

By the looks of things, the Vindice are almost ready for murder. "It's about respecting the previous famiglias who sat in your chairs. Have care for how you speak, New Bloods. Rome respects its tradition."

Now he just had to speak up. "I don't know but isn't tradition just peer pressure from dead people?" Silence. "...Or is that just me."

Byakuran tries to stop the snicker by covering his mouth. He also sees Lamia covering her smirk by sipping on her whiskey. Even Dino is starting to laugh. Tsuna still has his Boss face on, though.

"Oh cut the shit, Vindice," Dino starts, "We all know nobody has respect for anybody here."

Oh. The posturing is beginning.

"Tch. Do you think I like saying stupid things about Rome? It's long and dramatic. Just like our history. So it fucking stays."

Wow they made Vindice snap. Yay for Friendship Goals.

"Kufufufu, I quite like it, though. You looked so handsome when you're serious and shit. Say it again, Rome conquers. Can you say it again? I had goosebumps all over."

"..."

Why did Lambo like him again?

"Go die in a ditch, Rokudo."

"Can we start this thing?" Tsuna finally speaks. "I know that we are all busy people. So let us at least make this short and peaceful."

Gokudera glares at Mukuro and Lambo. His eyes said a single message. Behave. The two of them smirk at each other.

"Finally, a sane person in our midst who understands the importance of tradition."

Tsuna blinks. "Oh no. I agree with them. It's stupid and unnecessarily long. I just want to move on from that now."

If Vindice's face isn't covered with bandages, he imagines that the poor man's eyebrow is twitching in annoyance by now. The Vindice takes a deep breath. "Anyway," he says slowly.

Looking like he had composed himself, he continued on. "First, I would like to thank everyone for attending despite the short notice. But before we begin, something was brought to my attention, Lamia of the South."

Lamia arches her eyebrows. "What is it?"

"As much as we respect your famiglia and your sisters, I would like to ask you to stop with the murders."

Wow. Shit.

Lambo sees Tsuna raise a brow as he reaches for his drink.

"We don't murder, Vindice," she says airily. "We kill rapists."

Dino sighs. "You killed three men two days ago because they talked to you."

Byakuran snickers, "Mood."

"Hmm," Lamia looks at her manicured fingers, "Were they your men, Don Cavallone?"

Dino nods. "Yes. They were our chore boys."

She looks up from her nails and glares at Dino. "Then I suggest you train your boys better. The reason they're fifty feet below the ground is because they had the nerve to touch one of my sisters."

The blond Don takes a deep breath, realizing that this was a losing battle. It was only because Lambo has known the man for a while now that he can see the shame and guilt in his eyes.

It was Byakuran who spoke next. "And what about the eight men you killed last month?" His annoying smile still plastered on his face.

Lamia frowns, then turns to the woman on her right. "Eight? Where were we last month?"

The woman scrunches her forehead. "I'm not really- Oh! We were at the Butterfly Garden, my lady."

"Yes," Byakuran smiles. "Those were my men."

"Ah," Lamia says in recognition. "We simply didn't like them."

Byakuran still had his smile, but everyone knew he was at the tether of his patience. "I am begging you. Stop killing every single breathing man in Italy."

"Sure."Lamia smirks. "Since you begged."

Wow, Lambo never knew he'd ever feel sorry for Byakuran of all people. Lamia was on a roll today. Byakuran takes a deep breath and smirks. "I understand. I guess you were just simply emotional."

Lamia hisses. If there was something she hated more than anything, it was being reduced into a stereotype of what a woman should be. The woman behind her was also glaring at Byakuran. And everyone could feel the drop in the temperature.

Still, Byakuran shouldn't talk, just last week Lambo heard that Byakuran almost destroyed a building because they didn't have his favorite brand of marshmallow. Talk about emotional.

Nevertheless, someone had to diffuse this situation. Fast. Or else they will never get anywhere.

It was a good thing the Perdere Donna doesn't view him as a threat to them.

"Goomah Lamia," he starts. Gokudera was now glaring at him, shaking his head. Still, he now had the Donna's attention so that was a win. He also had everyone's attention, much to his ire. "Your sisters look new. Introduce me?"

Wow, everybody's stares really burn. He must look crazy in front of them, he thinks wearily.

"Stella," Lamia calls. "Introduce the sisters to Lambo."

Stella only raises her eyebrow before introducing the three sisters beside her. "These are our new sisters, Isabel, Maria, and Leslie." She points out. "Sisters, show your respect."

The three look at each other before leaning their heads forward for a bow. Lambo smiles. "No need for that." He looks at Lamia. "They look strong. You must be proud."

Lamia smirks in answer.

"You two know each other?" Tsuna asks. Lambo would laugh at his confused face if it wasn't for the situation.

The two of them met three years ago. Lambo had been on a break then. He was sitting inside a coffee house, enjoying his vacation when he saw Lamia being harassed by anotheer customer. Back then, he only knew the Goomah by name and not by face. He walks towards them, fully intending on stopping the man when Lamia took him by the hand and body-slammed him to the floor. Lambo was a bit star-struck.

That was the start of their somewhat friendship.

The Perdere Donna scoffs. "He seems to be the only man in this godforsaken hell-hole of a city with some manners."

Everybody looked at Lambo like he grew another head. He only puffed his shoulders in response. Yeah that's right. I'm friends with the scary boss lady. Got a problem with that? He wanted to say.

At least now, they were able to get on with it.

"Moving on," Vindice said, looking at Lambo before addressing the table, "the Vindice had a prison break-in two weeks ago. Of course, we were able to capture the criminals and the person who broke them out. When he was interrogated, we only got a name. Just one."

"Ichiyose Ritsu." The Vindice pauses. "Of course, that should mean nothing to you. After a few more digging we found out that he likes to use other aliases."

"Tanaka Eijiro." Dino looks up from his drink.

"Uwase Gin." Lamia glared when the name was mentioned.

"Togata Izuki." Byakuran's eyes narrow.

"Yamanaka Rei." Tsuna tenses.

There it was, the final nail in the coffin.

The Vindice lets the silence envelop them before speaking again. "Tell me, has something of yours been stolen this past few months?"

Lambo observes the room and sighs. Of course, no one will speak out first. The heads were all prideful. To admit that someone had been able to steal from them would be to admit weakness. He looks at Tsuna. But not you, right? Everyone can't afford to admit what they lost. But, the Vongola wasn't them. Tsuna owns Rome. He is their heart. He can afford the damage. If he speaks, everyone else will follow. But the question was. Is he going to do it?

Tsuna rolls his eyes and sighs. "Enough with the posturing. Since everyone is so uncooperative, we'll start. Gokudera-kun," he calls out.

There he 's his boss.

"Right, listen up, shitheads, I'll only explain this once." He growled. " Two weeks ago, when was it-," he looked up at Lambo, questioningly.

"-on the fourth," Lambo answered.

Gokudera snaps his fingers. "Right on the fourth, our drug op drop was sabotaged by the police. Before that, our warehouse from one of our good districts was robbed."

He didn't tell them about the robbery at their treasury or their op in Berlin. Lambo smirks, Gokudera was playing with their cards close to him.

"When we had our warehouse robbed, we realized that we may have a mole on the inside. And upon further investigation, we got a name. Yamanaka Rei. He had absolutely nothing on him. When we raided his flat, he had already fled."

Tsuna leans forward, his elbows on the table, and his fingers interlocked. "Now, would anybody else like to share," he calls out, patronizingly.

"Hmm." Dino was the next to speak. "About three weeks ago, we had a break-in in our arms deal warehouse. Before that, an incoming shipment of ours was intercepted in the Pacific. Again, we only had a name to go on with. And well, you know the rest."

The Vindice nodded. "Would anyone else like to talk?"

Byakuran crosses his arms. "Maa," he smiles. "Togata Izuki. That is what we know him as." His smile turned dangerous. "The bastard had one of our workers steal a folder of our weapon blueprints."

Well, fuck. That's bad.

He looks at Lamia, waiting for her to speak.

Finally, she relents. "A month ago, we had a break-in in our Sanctum."The Sanctum was where the Perdere Donna trained their sisters. It also serves as a hall for protection before they learn how to fight for themselves. "Three of our sisters were taken. They were all underage and until now they still haven't been found."

Lambo feels sick to his stomach. He was starting to hate this guy more and more.

"Upon butchering the criminals, we were able to get a name. Which is now, apparently, irrelevant."

Still, this is good. Now, they know his M.O. The bastard is like a puppet master who likes using others to get what he wants. If only, Lambo can trace a pattern of everything that was stolen. There has to be a connection somewhere.

A bigger picture, he can't see just yet.

"Permission to express my thoughts?" A voice from the far right side of the room called out.

Ah yes. Them, Lambo thought, wearily.

In every gathering the five famiglias ever had, they always had an audience, you see. It comes as no surprise but gathering the five most powerful families in Italy is a pretty big deal. The families, after all, represent a region of Italy. That's why at every gathering, smaller famiglias come to partake and watch the gathering take place. According to the ancient laws, this was done so that each sector of Italy was fully represented. Each family should also send their Dons and have their weapons removed from them. Just as the heads of the five famiglias have laid bare.

Usually, the smaller famiglias would partake in a meeting quietly. And spectate. Which was why, the Five Dons couldn't afford to show weakness in the first place. Especially now since almost ten other smaller famiglias came in attendance. However, for this gathering, one of the mice decided to speak. It was enough to make Lambo arch his eyebrow.

If Lambo remembered correctly the man talking is Don Stephano, head of the Piccolo Ratto famiglia. He sighs, Italian Mafia has such weird names. The Piccolo Ratto were operating at the eight district here in Rome which means they were under the Vongola. They owned several clubs and casinos, if memory serves him right. They were also of Old Blood, which makes them very prideful of that heritage.

The most interesting fact about them though, is just last month the Vongola closed down two of their casinos for human trafficking operation in their basement. Lambo thought that after that ordeal the Piccolo Ratto Don would have lost face with the society, looks like he was wrong though.

"Come forward and speak, Don Stephano," the Vindice called out.

This should be good, Lambo thought.

Don Stephano clears his throat. "If I may point something out." The glare he held towards Tsuna was venomous. "But don't you think the aliases the criminal used were very unusual."

He feels Gokudera flinch beside him.

"What are you trying to insinuate here, Don?" Byakuran said slowly, his smile long gone.

"I-I don't mean anything malicious by it, Don Millefiore. Just, isn't it weird that all the aliases were Japanese names." He looked at Tsuna accusingly.

"Oh you racist motherfucker!" Lambo couldn't help the words that went out from his lips.

"Be very careful with what you say next, Don Stephano," Gokudera said with gritted teeth.

Like a mouse cornered, thoughtless words spew from the Dons mouth. "Am I the only one who thinks it's weird? The strongest Famiglia in Italia is headed by some Japanese fags!"

The Vindice slammed their hands at the table. "Don Stephano, I did not call you out here to speak ill of the Vongola. Remember your place, he is your king."

"Tch." The Don points at Tsuna. "I have proof! I can prove that they are the ones behind this." Stephano was now looking at Tsuna like he had already won. "Last month, the Vongola Don's dogs raided my casinos, unprovoked without so much as a notice. And proceeded to destroy not one but two of my casinos! Does the timing not strike you as strange?"

Murmurs went flying in the room.

Tsuna tilted his head and looked at Gokudera. "Who is he again?" Stephano flinches at the question, no doubt angry and embarrassed by not being recognized.

"A rat you told us to take care of, Tenth."

"How dare a bastard like you talk down to me?!" He shouted at Gokudera.

Lambo's hands start up a spark, involuntarily. Bear with it. Bear with it. Bear with it. You can't lose it now. From beside him, he can feel the others burning with rage as well. How dare he?!

"Ah," Tsuna said in recognition. "I remember now. Thanks, Hayato."

"Kneel." Tsuna ordered.

Stephano flinches."W-what the hell are you talking about you Jap fag-"

"Neh, where are your properties built on? Your Manor, your clubs, your casinos? It's in the eight district right? Of Rome? Of my city? I distinctly remember that I own the land your properties were built on. Do I not? Do you not pay me tax every month so that you could keep operating on my land? Do I not own you?" Tsuna's voice was smooth. It was the type of voice that sent shivers down his spine. "Now, why don't you tell these fine people why I had to exterminate you."

Tsuna smiles. "Tell them how you were using your casinos as a base for your human trafficking operation. Tell them how you went against my orders of having no human trafficking nor violations in my land. Tell them how you raped and sold women and children in your casinos."

It was the sisters who reacted violently first. They glared at the man in front of them as if willing him dead. Lamia had to hold her hand out to stop Stella from attacking.

Of course, they weren't the only one disgusted. This was the mafia. But dammit all, they still had some standards.

"You sick fuck," Dino said, disgusted at the man.

"You obnoxious prick! We're in the mafia. Don't suddenly grow a conscience now! I still demand-"

"You demand?" Tsuna challenged. "Who are you to demand something from me? I am the King of Rome. You should just shut up and cower in fear."

"King of Rome?! The King of Rome is nothing but an Asian twink! Go back to your country, you fag!"

"Wow," Byakuran said. It was a whisper but it carried out through the room. "You are vile."

Stephano looked around, trying to gain support."No! No! Don't you understand?! He's behind this."

Lambo couldn't help the pearl of laughter that bubbled down his lips. It was cold and chilling in the room. And he could hear the pounding of his own heart against his rib. Anger pulsing violently through him. When his laughter fades, Lambo smirks at the pathetic lowlife in front of him. "You must be going senile with old age, Don Stephano. You're so full of pride, it's unbecoming. I would like to remind you again to be careful when addressing my Don. And while we're at it, I believe Tsuna ordered you to kneel."

"H-how dare you?! I am still of Old Blood you pathetic excuse of a-"

"Ah," he interrupted. "I see it now. At first it wasn't obvious. You were just so fucking disgusting, you see. It's no wonder your wife fucks with every and any willing man in Rome. No wonder your men can't stand the sight of you. No wonder you look like you're already fifty feet below the ground." Lambo smirks tauntingly. "You're already rotting inside, aren't you?"

The room was silent. And a gun being cocked was heard.

The man moves fast despite his old age, Lambo begrudgingly admits. Stephano grabs his gun and points it at him. In response, Lambo takes his own gun and aims it at the man in a split second. Lightning crackling to life all around his body, emitting a deadly aura. Beside him, he could feel the others taking out their weapons as well. He didn't have to look for him to know that they were ready for a fight. In front of him, Tsuna stayed seated. He takes his glass and takes a sip, looking unperturbed. But Lambo can see the slight tremor in his hand. Tsuna was angry as well.

The mafia is simple, really. They don't have many rules. Though it was important to remember their golden rule. The head of the family can not use his own weapon.

Stephano realizes that he'd fucked up. It was clear from his face. Behind him, his men stayed quiet, unwilling to defend their head.

"Stephano of the Piccolo Ratto, " the Vindice called out. "You know of our rules, correct? You are, after all, an Old Blood?" he taunted.

"N-no. P-please wait. I-I wasn't- I w-was p-provoked!"

"Speak clearly, Don. I can't understand you."

"W-"

"Actually, don't bother. Lamia, if you wouldn't mind?"

"No," Lamia smirks. "It would be my pleasure." She walks towards the cowering man.

"Please! If you kill me, not her! Just not her! Must you insult until the very end?!"

Wow, so he was racist and sexist. Good riddance, then.

"A rapist's death," Lamia cocks her gun and aims it at his head, " is a rabid dog's funeral." In a few seconds, Stephano had a bullet hole in his head.

She looks towards Stephano's men. "Now you can look for a better head. You're welcome."

Lambo smirks. It really wasn't a gathering if there were no murders.

"So what next?" Tsuna asks, moving on from the bloodied corpse in front of their table.

"Right." The Vindice coughs. "I would like to propose an alliance. The five of us have a common enemy now. And it is of our own best interest to have him eradicated as fast as possible. Does anybody disagree."

"I'm fine with it." Tsuna says, eager to get all of this over with.

Dino nods as well.

"Maa, why not?" Byakuran smiles.

"Fine. I agree, as well." Lamia says begrudgingly.

"Then let us make this simple. Any new information shall be shared. If help is needed, then it will be provided. Is everyone alright with that?"

There was a murmur of agreement from the Heads. Even Lambo can feel that the Vindice also wants this over and done with.

"Then, this gathering has come to an end. Families, retrieve your hearts."

Finally.

"Scatter. And may your roads lead you back to Rome ." Vindice stands up. "You can all leave now."

Lambo breathes a sigh of relief. It's finally over. His shoulder sags, he didn't even realize how strung up and stressed he was until he relaxed. However, one look from Tsuna and he knew it was far from over. He was about to be reprimanded. And from the looks of it, he was going to get an earful.

The sun was still up when they left. The Guardians were standing at the back of the meeting place. It was barren and isolated from the main road, away from civilians.

"What was that?!" Gokudera was the first to burst out. "What the hell was that?!"

Lambo watches mournfully as Hibari sighs and leaves. He wishes he could also do the same. "Can you be more specific, Haya-nii?"

"Maa maa, Hayato, calm down first, okay?" Thank God for Yamamoto Takeshi.

"Calm down?! How can I -"

"Hayato, that's enough." Tsuna's orange eyes can be so scary sometimes.

Lambo gulps, taking the full heat of those eyes.

"Hiee! Don't you know how dangerous was that, Lambo? I thought my heart would burst!"

There he was. There's his real boss. Lambo smirks. If the mafia world could see him now.

"It all worked out for the best didn't it?" His carefree smile on display. "Plus, what did you want me to do, Tsuna-nii? He insulted you and Haya-nii. Was I just supposed to sit while he cursed at you two?"

Cue tearful eyes and pursed lips. Please still work, he thought as he tried his hardest not to get in trouble.

"I don't get it to the extreme!-"

"Of course you don't get it, you idiot!"

"-Let me finish! But why are you scolding Lambo? What he did was brave! And no one really got hurt."

Yeah. No one got hurt if they disregard the murder that took place ten minutes ago.

"That's not the point, Nii-san," Tsuna tried to argue before shaking his head and clutching his head, no doubt in panic. Lambo sweat drops, Tsuna could be such a fearsome boss in public and yet so anxious and skittish behind closed-doors.

"Look, Lambo," he says, taking Lambo's hand. "You're a grown up now. I know. But when things like that happen, I'm allowed to worry, okay?"

Lambo nods his head, taken-aback and guilty.

"Kufufu," Mukuro's laugh startles Lambo. "The Perdere Donna Boss, how did you know her?"

"It's a long story," he says because it truly was a long story.

Mukuro arches his eyebrow. Shit. He was curious. And a curious Mukuro never really bode well for Lambo.

The back door clicked open and everybody had their weapons at the ready. Lambo cocks his gun again but sweat drops when he sees Lamia through the door.

"Ah. There you are," she says when she spots Lambo.

Lambo puts his gun back on its holster as Lamia walks toward him. "Goomah," he says in greeting. "You were looking for me?"

"Yes. You left without a goodbye," she says with a smirk.

"Ah. Forgive me, that was very rude."

"Yes, it was."

Lambo smiles. He knows it's all good-natured teasing. Lambo shaked his head before kissing her cheeks. "Be careful on your back, Goomah."

Lamia smiles. "Of course, dear. And you be careful, as well."

Lambo nods in respect to her sisters waiting at the door. When the doors closed again, it was Tsuna who spoke, "Okay, just how do you know her?"

Lambo purses his lips, trying to find a way to explain how they met. "Hmm." Lambo smiles. "Well, you know how Kyo-nii can tolerate me but actually doesn't mind my presence?"

Tsuna nods.

"Well, it's like that."

"That doesn't make sense," Gokudera grumbled.

"..."

"Your face doesn't make sense." Lambo crosses his arm petulantly.

"You wanna fight?-!"

"Maa maa, let's leave the fighting to another day and go home now."

On their way home, Lambo's phone buzzes from his pocket. It was a message from Hibari.

Good job today, cow.

Lambo smiles. Tsundere, he thought.

Lambo was in his room, lying in his bed, relaxing. After getting home, he had gone straight to the Lightning Sphere and tried to get some more work done. At one point, Sasagawa came to his office and tried to get him to eat dinner. When he didn't budge, Sasagawa invited himself to the office and brought dinner for the two of them. After dinner, he dragged Lambo out of his office, saying he was working too hard.

Lambo doesn't think he's working too hard, if he was honest. If anything, he should definitely work harder. It wasn't that he was being too critical of himself, Lambo was just making up for lost time. All his childhood, Tsuna and the others had to carry his burden throughout every obstacle they faced. And then there was that time when he put everyone in danger. Now, at twenty, he feels that he needs to redeem himself.

The knock at the door startles him out of his thoughts. He grumbles and scratches his head, whoever was at the door better have a good excuse for disturbing his relaxing time or else.

"Yo." Lambo feels the air in his lungs knocked right out of him. Leaning on his door frame was Mukuro Rokudo holding a bottle of tequila and two glasses. He was smirking at Lambo's no doubt confused and startled mouth-gaping look. "Kufufufu, close your mouth cow, you'll catch flies," he said before entering the room without Lambo's permission.

"Wha?- Hey! You can't just enter my room, you stupid pineapple!"

Mukuro ignores him and walks straight to the couch near his window.

Lambo glares at him, though he knows that he doesn't have the heart to turn Mukuro away. Instead he walks towards him and takes a seat at the couch as well. "Well? What do you want?"

Mukuro only smirks and hands the glass to him. Lambo watches as he pours whiskey on his glass. "At least get some ice, you heathen," he grumbles.

"You have a mini-fridge right there, cow. Go and get some."

He rolls his eyes and grumbles before stalking away to get the ice. From his experience, him and tequila never mixed well. But he really couldn't summon his will to care. When he walked back he sees, Mukuro's leg was stretched out taking up all the room on the couch. Clicking his tongue, he lightly kicks Mukuro's leg, "Leave me some space, pineapple man." He smirks when he sees the small twitch in Mukuro's eyes.

Mukuro fully lays down on the couch. "Sit down on the floor," he says as he takes a sip of his glass before setting it on the floor beside the bottle of tequila.

Lambo grumbles before sitting down on the floor. "You are a petty, petty man."

"So, why are you here? With tequila of all things?" Lambo leans back on the couch, he lets his head lull, before setting down on Mukuro's thighs.

"Is it so bad to want to see you? Kufufufu."

"Considering it's you, yeah, it's bad," he teased, sipping on his glass again, ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to see me.

"Today was a stressful day, I thought you'd want to unwind."

Oh.

"I'm not a kid, Mukuro. I don't need any pampering."

Mukuro blinks. "Relax. Even adults need to unwind from time to time."

"Is this coming from experience?"

He sighs before standing up and joining Lambo on the floor. He reaches for his glass and clinks them together, his smirking face dangerously close to Lambo's. "You have no idea."

Lambo gulps, starting to get lost in the illusionist's eyes. With narrowed eyes, he flicks Mukuro's forehead. "You should really stop teasing me." His voice was on edge.

Mukuro's smirk was teasing and dangerous. "Yeah?" His voice was dark and deep and it left Lambo's body all shaken up. "What are you gonna do about it?" He taunted, still treating Lambo like a child. Mukuro's hand was now caressing his hair. "Maa, I guess I shouldn't tease a kid so much."

Lambo flinched. He takes a shaky breath and tries to calm down.

Lambo hated this. He hated it when Mukuro treated him like a child. Look at me! Look at me, dammit. I'm not a kid anymore.

With gritted teeth, he slapped off the hand on his head. Lambo pulled at the collars of Mukuro's shirt, bringing his face close to him.

"In case, you haven't notice," Lambo looked at Mukuro head on, angry and sad and embarrassed and so so in love it fucking hurts, "I'm not a kid anymore."

He tilts his head, closing off the distance between them. It was faint but Lambo can definitely hear his own heartbeat. He puts his hand on Mukuro's neck, angling his face so their lips are just a hair away. "Or would you like me to show you." Look at me, Mukuro. " Just how much I've grown."

Lambo feels his hand snakes its way to his hips. "Trust me, Lambo. I know exactly how much you've grown."

With a growl, Mukuro connects their lips

The two of them were complicated. Even to say that was understating everything. It all started on Lambo's nineteenth birthday, a year ago. They had entered into an agreement. A secret agreement.

Lambo responds just as heatedly, used to the bruising, hard way Mukuro kissed. When Mukuro kisses, there is nothing gentle about it. He feels his back hit the floor as Mukuro pushes him back. Their hands exploring each other.

Mukuro stops the kisses which makes Lambo growl, "No, get back here .And take off my clothes." He pulls Mukuro's collar again. Thankfully, Mukuro complies. "So bossy."

Soon, he feels Mukuro's hand sliding under his top. His touch was hot and it left him feverish. He growls, "Go faster, you bastard."

"Patience, darling," he whispered in his ears before gently biting on it. Then he moves to Lambo's neck. Licking and biting and leaving Lambo incoherent. His hands make their way to Mukuro's hair. "I told you you needed to unwind," he teased, his hot breath on Lambo's neck.

Lambo whimpers when he feels Mukuro push his hips towards him, His hands clamping down on Mukuro's back as he continues to grind down on Lambo.

"Mukuro, Mukuro, please…" Lambo says. "Stop teasing."

"As you wish, darling." Mukuro leans back, his hands took to Lambo's pants

Finally.

Mukuro takes off his pants and strokes his length. Lambo's moans begin to fill up the room. "D-don't stop- hah!- Don't stop."

Mukuro increases his speed, admiring how Lambo looked ethereal beneath him face-flushed and panting as he raises his breaking point. "Let go, Lambo. Come for me, darling."

"Mukuro," Lambo whines as he speeds up even more. "Coming! C-coming!..."

When Lambo finally catches his breath, he sees Mukuro smirking at him. Lambo reaches for him and grabs his hand. Lambo looks at Mukuro, licking at the cum on his fingers, putting on a show. "We're not done right?"

Mukuro smirks. "Oh darling. Not by a long shot."

Lambo smiles and connects their lips again. "At least move me to the bed, you cruel man."

to be continued...

Chapter 3 Sneak Peak..

"I wish you'd stop running away, darling." Mukuro whispered, tantalizingly sweet.

Lambo wraps his arm around his neck, beneath the sheets, their naked bodies pressing together. "Hold me down, then."