Summary: Continuation from the previous chapter.

Rating: …M. Again.

Notes: Dedicated for Heitan and Cherie-chan! *huuugs*

…

"Ow!" came the shrill whine followed by the clatter of breaking ceramic, and a dark figure—two equally smaller figures upon each of its hips and supported by an arm under the slender thighs—emerged from the corridor and into the kitchen. The figure heaved a weary sigh at the sight presented before him, and an elegant, obsidian brow strained to repress a twitch. "Hibari di Cavallone Shou il Secondo," Hibari called, effort creeping to halt the emphasis upon the words by deadly irritation; "do tell what you are doing."

Shou swiveled to face his parent, a dazzlingly smile—so much like Dino Hibari could not help the miniscule curl of the lips he returned—contradicting the tears threatening to cascade. "Maman!" He bounced on the balls of his feet, ignoring the crunch of ceramic under his shoes and the splattering of boiling water. "I was making some green tea for you and Papan, but…" His buoyancy crumbled into sniffles, cerulean glassing. "But I dropped Papan's cup, and-and—!"

Tiny hands clasped over his sensitive ears—one from his right and the other from his left; Kagetsuna and Kojuurou respectively—as the wails began to heighten their pitch, spilling uncontrollably from the five-year-old Shou.

Hibari heaved the umpteenth exhale of the past hour.

…

"Time—aah—catching up to you"—a shiver—"hn"—and azure silver fluttered, pink taking its first, tentative dusting across porcelain cheeks—"old man…?"

"Heh." Dino's luscious lips smirked, sorrel irises mellifluous and dangerous—"You wish"—His hips jerked with more intensity, sweat gliding over skin rippling with the graceful movements of muscles, and he gave a satisfied groan. "Kyouya."

Slender fingers curled into sun-weaved locks, snagging to pull into a kiss, saliva and tongue swirling a sensual dance as huffs of breaths ghosted across their faces like a noxious substance.

Dino broke the kiss, Hibari automatically tilting his head at the preferred angle, to trail butterflies down his lover's neck, over the dip of the clavicle—sucking—and ending upon the left breast, his tongue diving out to circle around the perked nipple awaiting his attention; Hibari sighed gratefully at the new wave of pleasure, his fingers now massaging Dino's scalp in lazy semicircles, before warning, "Don't leave a visible mark—haah—I have a rendezvous with Sawada Tsunayoshi to attend in the morrow."

The door creaked as it was pushed ajar, a voice croaking with slumber drifting through the aperture, "Mam'n…Pa'an…?"

Dino and Hibari stilled, horrified sorrel staring into equally petrified cerulean. The former broke into a wavering smile, whispering, "At least the bedspread is veiling…somewhat." He half-snickered, half-chuckled at the deepening into a dark roseate of Hibari's blush, grinning.

Hibari's brows drew into a scowl as he smacked the other's arm, right on the bucking bronco tattoo. "Your turn—I supervised them from morrow to late 'noon." Then, when Dino's lips puckered into a pout, his glower wavered. "And halt that; it is unbecoming of a seven-and-thirty aged man."

He laughed, suave and lighthearted as per usual, countering, "And your Italian is as weird as always."

Grumbling, "Shut up," he averted his gaze.

"…Papan…?"

"Going!" he responded over his shoulder whilst slowly slipping out of Hibari, relishing in the soft moan the Skylark gasped at the slick friction. Leaning down to give a chaste kiss, he winked and whispered with affection dripping in copious amounts, "Sleep, dear Allodola; we'll finish up later."

He swung himself over the edge of the bed, pulling on the boxers he found haphazardly hanging across the top of the lamp shade so the yellow-orange light angled towards the curtains instead of the ceiling, and treaded towards the intricately carved double door.

"Sexaholic Horse," Hibari called as Dino stepped out of the room and into the cold hall, and the latter chortled, shaking his head in light movements.

Sorrel tinged with deep emerald blinked blearily up at him, dark platinum, lush lashes casting shadows on feverish cheeks, and, immediately, Dino swept the child up into his arms, feeling for a temperature, a concerned frown furrowing his brows. "Han…," the child whined softly, coughing against Dino's naked shoulder, "Hangetsu doesn' feel s'good, Papan…" The child slumped, arms draped lazily about.

"Yeah?" Dino patted the small back gently, rocking back and forth to lull, his tone near a mutter. "What about you, Sui?" Worrying about his sister first instead of himself again…

"'m fine…" Silver locks tickled the crook of Dino's neck as the former nuzzled into the latter's warmth.

Dino sighed deeply before he pressed a loving kiss upon the sweat-matted temple. "Suihei," he chastised lightly, "if you are not feeling well, you ought to tell—you'll make Papan and Maman worry themselves to death if you don't."

A shiver passed through his small frame. "And then Maman will bite you to death?"

Dino laughed, the melodic vibrations magic to Suihei's sore muscles. "Yes, I'll be bitten to death, so you have to help Papan here so he doesn't die from a severe case of Maman-stication." He made a mock of a grimace.

Suihei giggled.

…

He released a long puff of breath, the bed bouncing under his sudden weight, and Hibari—from his strange habit of sleeping with his face molding into a pillow—turned to blink haziness, lashes fluttering in that familiar, strangely mesmerizing manner; "What happened?" the Skylark's gaze questioned, and Dino released another sigh, dropping onto his back on the disheveled bed, the bed pushing at his weight in waves once more. "Sui contracted Han's flu, and Han's fever had a spike, but now it is lowering; Kazushi—again—wiggled his way into Shou's bed because of another nightmare; and I found Kojuurou and Kagetsuna in the kitchen of the Left Wing—really, we need to lock the cabinets and the fridge from that inseparable pair—feasting on their third jar of Nutella." He pursed his lips, grumbling, "And here I wanted to use some of that chocolate for something kinky…"

Hibari snorted. "Perverted Idiot." He pushed himself onto his elbows and reached to angle Dino's chin to peck the latter, closing his eyes briefly and delving in the brief, tingling touch of lips-on-lips. "Call the doctor in the morning." He moved to return to his previous position, only to be restrained by the shoulder and pulled into a deeper kiss.

They parted for air; Dino's dazzling smiling chanting a shyer smile from Hibari, their foreheads touching to peer into each other's eyes, sorrel and cerulean mixing to form a perfect intertwining of Clouds and Skies.

"Our children may be a heavy handful, but—"

"—with you by my side—"

"—anything is possible."

A breathy chuckle. "Je t'aime, mon Alouette."

"Je sais."

They kissed.