Summary: Naming their first child somehow leads to the decision of having more—quintuplets, to be exact. Rated-T.

For Heitan, who was starving for a read of the chimera produced from the genes of a Skylark and a Horse.

And for Cherie-chan, for you are always there! *huuugs*

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The softly gentle and bright twilight dancing their small twinkles in cerulean irises as pink carefully accented its hues upon skin as delicate as porcelain and as smooth as the finest silk was a present from heaven, Dino was certain as he peered down at the Skylark's expression of pure mirth, watching as tiny hands reached out to pat and caresses Hibari's cheeks, the fingers belonging to those small hands sliding across luscious lips. A spark of the slightest of jealousy aroused in the Mafia boss, his desire to touch and kiss the former prefect's lips overwhelming his senses.

He shook such emotions away, finding odd to sport jealousy for his no-older-than-three-months son, and he chuckled when Hibari almost seemed to squeal internally when their child giggled, forming senseless words Dino swore up and down sounded like 'maman'.

Albeit the glee nearly visibly sprinkling around the Skylark, the inception of fatigue was settling deep in his bones, dragging a yawn muffled by the back of his hand from his throat. He blinked, futilely attempting to rid himself of the sting of slumber that blurred his vision. "Kyouya," he called, loving the way the name rolled so easily yet so sensually off his tongue.

The tiny hands moved upwards, placing their palms on Hibari's beautiful cheekbones; wide, cerulean—the colour not dissimilar at all to the child's mother's—stared, fascinated in the same manner Dino was left breathlessly mesmerized by the one they both now had their attention on.

"Kyouya," he called once more, reaching out to run a hand through fluffs of obsidian.

Hibari flicked his gaze quickly to Dino, humming questioningly.

"Sleep?" he offered, more an order but forced it to be an option—he wasn't in the mood to ignite his spouse's wrath.

Hibari ignored him in favour of grasping the infant's hands, a small sound of surprise—Dino could have sworn it was a squeal of delight—escaping his lips when those tender fingers curled around his index fingers, gripping tighter than expected. He hummed in approval at that; so the form of life he had presented to the world would take after him…That is, if Dino's herbivorous demeanor did not over-influence the personality of their son. But, he surmised, Hibari wouldn't mind; Dino's soft heart was what Hibari had grown to admire and love most right after the former's strength and sex. God, he internally drooled, the sex—Cavallone was well-earned for the title Bucking Bronco.

He felt the familiar sensation of freezing fire pool in his gut. Pulling away (extremely reluctantly), he caressed the golden locks of his son, slowly beginning to lull the latter to sleep. He burned his gaze into Dino's, then, a tongue sweeping out to moisten his lips. "I'm rather in the mood for dessert."

Dino held back the need to groan while dragging a hand down the side of his face and settled with a mild twitch of his impeccable smile. "You know how immoral it is to have intercourse in the same room as your sleeping child?"

A small shrug—Hibari wasn't one for following the proper rules despite demanding others to yield to them in his school days till now. His lips formed a smirk. "That never halted you from—"

"Stop right there, Kyouya; no way am I gonna have expletives blemishing my son's purity."

Hibari scowled, those elegant brows knitting together. "Then, keep that bomb-maniac of an herbivore away from my child."

Hibird, perched upon its master's shoulder, chirped in agreement, fluttering its wings of yellow about.

Releasing a heavy breath, the Italian slumped further down the covers of the bed, gaze drifting to the curtains veiling them from the sun steadily rising above the mountainous horizon. "I'm worried about your health," he changed the subject. He turned onto his side, the silken cotton blankets sliding down his shoulder to reveal his naked chest, his locks following the motion like a gentle river of celestial gold; he made it a habit to sleep without night garments for—ahem—special reasons involving a wanton Skylark and the nether regions of the body.

"Dino"—Hibari's brows drew into a glowering reprimand—"don't go there again. I'm fine."

Dino mimicked the scowl. "No, you're not, Kyouya." He pushed himself into a sitting position, his chest against the other's shoulder, and ran a finger over Hibari's lower lip, trailing behind a burning tingle. "Your lips…they were a fine shade of rose but now are a colour lingering between a pale blue and a dark purple." His hand caressed the exposed skin of an enticing collarbone, jostling an expectant shiver down Hibari's spine. "You feel so cold, and you shudder incessantly at night despite the overwhelming heat of the covers." He moved his hand up, sliding teasingly over the neck and burying it deep among fluffs of black; his thumb swept across the highest point of Hibari's cheek, those perfectly curled, long, thick lashes brushing against the sensitive nerves of his fingertip.

Hibari merely blinked.

"I thought I was going to lose you that night, Kyouya." Emotion dribbled in his tone, thicker and stickier than a tree's sap hardening into precious amber. "So much blood…"

"Dino…" Hibari breathed, placing his hand over the one cupping his cheek. "Think of that crimson essence as a small payment for being given the joy of becoming parents, of being able to present to the world our child." He tightened his hold around Dino's hand. "Think of it not as anything else."

"I…" Dino began, formulating a protest, only to sigh and lean in to press a butterfly kiss upon the Skylark's lips. "Your desires, my beautiful, precious Kyouya"—his lashes fluttered, the light streaming through the aperture left by the between the curtains dancing in his eyes to sprout carefully-crafted splotches of emerald over bronze—"are and will always be my commands."

A smile—barely a curl of the lips—graced Hibari's features. "Then, my noble knight, decide upon a name for the new-born prince."

"Eh?" Dino blinked, dumbfounded. "I thought we were going to let our child decide on a name for himself, like you did."

Hibari had, indeed, given himself his first name, a name he prohibited those unworthy calling him by it. Of course, there came an Italian who self-proclaimed himself as his tutor and ground and squashed this special permission of having 'Kyouya' being rolled off one's tongue, the same foreigner who decimated Hibari's philosophy of thou-art-an-herbivore—perhaps-an-omnivore-but-noth ing-more—and-I-am-a-carnivore.

"The Infant," Hibari explained with a (extreme(!, courtesy of the elder Sasagawa)) hint of annoyance, "has been nagging me about completing the birth certificate."

Smiling, "Why don't we decide together, then?"

"No," Hibari firmly declined, "I give birth, and you do the rest—it was already decided when we agreed to have a child."

Finding there was no use to argue a point already over a year prior, Dino hummed in contemplation. "How about…How 'bout Kyouya. Kyouya the Second."

"No." His eyebrow gave the slightest of a minuscule twitch. "Why name him after me?"

"Because," Dino argued, whining, "'Kyouya' has such a nice ring to it, and I like its meaning."

Hibari sighed exasperatedly. "Something original, Dino."

"Cavarone, then."

"Cavallone Cavallone?" He frowned. "How atrocious."

"A-atro—" His lips pulled into a pucker, pouting. "But it's the way you say 'Cavallone' and then Cavallone."

Hibari grunted, his frown deepening so as to harden his gaze into a mild scowl. "Why must it be only your last name?" He snaked a hand through his hair, untangling a few strands, glower relenting to an expression of contemplation. "My father's great-great-great-grandfather's mother's elder half-brother, the first child born from the Cloud's second marriage—"

"As in the marriage with Cavallone Primo? The one in which he found true love, right? The first creation born from their love, if I recall correctly, died at quite the young age; no older than four." His smile didn't quite manage to reach his eyes. "How sorrowful."

He puffed a sigh. "Yes, that child. His name is Shou, written with the kanji 'to soar'."

"I love it." Dino laughed. "In the end, you ended up naming our son."

"Not quite. You decide: Shou the Second Hibari di Cavallone or Shou Hibari di Cavallone."

Confusion sparked in Dino. "Why 'the Second' for one and not the—Never mind; I just answered my own question…But…" His eyes grew to great lengths, ecstasy almost tangibly spilling around him. "That means we are half-cousins!" He lunged forth, entrapping the Skylark in a tight embrace while mindful of the sleeping one upon Hibari's lap. "Bonds as deep yet deeper than blood."

The tiniest of a smile made its way to his features, and his lids closed, basking in the soft waves of warmth radiating off his lover. "Bonds as deep yet deeper than blood," he resounded.

"…I want another child—no, twins…even better, triplets…perhaps…maybe, quintuplets. Yes, quintuplets."

Confliction waged in Hibari's chest. He wasn't keened at all with the prospect of having to suffer the raging hell others called pregnancy along with an augmentation of weight and pain that are the cause of five children developing life in his system. Nonetheless…Nonetheless, the only thing allowed to touch Dino aside from me is ecstasy. He exhaled slowly, his breath creating a tickling breeze over strands weaved in gold. "Fine."

Expecting refusal, Dino sagged, releasing the embrace. "Oh, alright…" Then, upon processing Hibari's consent, he suddenly vaulted out of bed, mumbling incoherencies under his breath as he made his way out of the bedroom, forgetting entirely his state of undress.

"Romario! Call Irie and Spanner!" he heard the Mafia boss' voice echo down the hallway, and he chuckled, a soft chime that awoke Shou.

Impossibly cute, azure silver eyes blinked up at him questioningly.

"Hibari di Cavallone Shou il Secondo, in nine months you shall be the oldest of five—I expect nothing below omnivorous behaviour among you and your siblings, or"—his gaze hardened to a glower, a glower that fazed Shou not—"I'll bite you to death."

The Cavallone household was sure to become the epitome of disaster brought about by six mini-carnivores, each child tens of times worse than all six hells of a certain pineapple combined.