And we have a special guest appearing! I'm so excited~! xD Don't know? Hint: He and Hibari are a main yaoi pairing (even though there are a couple people, he is like... the MAIN, MAIN person for KHR yaoi pairings.) So the reason why this is the title is because when putting people together, I always put the dominant person first, which is why there's a question mark. Even though Hibari isn't that dominant in this one, he tries to be, but I can't really see Reborn submitting to anyone in a relationship. xD Enjoy part 2!

-Natsu

The TIme We Spend - Sequel-18R(?)

Hibari sipped his tea—green, if Kusakabe remembered correctly. It was another warm day.

"There is a disturbance near Nami-chuu!" Kusakabe alerted the prefect, who slid his cold grey eyes to his subordinate.

"Are you going to take care of the disturbance?" He asked.

"Well... it..."—I'm signing my own death wish—Kusakabe reminded himself—"It's Rokudo Mukuro, he—" In a flash, Hibari's bloodlust rose, and he stood swiftly from his chair, jacket swishing behind him as he strode briskly out the door and down the halls of his beloved school.

"I'm going to bite that herbivore to death," he swore to himself. Bursting out of the front doors, his strides took him past the corner, past the gym, and over to a storage building in the far corner of the property near the forest.

"Kufufu~ It's been a long time, Skylark." Mukuro chuckled, in all his glory, spikey hairdo and all.

"Thought you were floating in a jar of water," Hibari said curtly, tightening his grip on his tonfas.

"Oya~ that hurt," Mukuro said sarcastically, putting a hand over his heart. When Hibari's glared intensified, he chuckled, "Well, it seems not, now." Mukuro's smirk widened when Hibari ran forward, tonfas barred menacingly, "Oya oya~ your bloodlust never changed," He said, dodging the swings as if he were fighting a mere child. Hibari gritted his teeth.

"Kamikorosu!" And then, in a flash of white smoke, Mukuro disappeared. Hibari stopped his assault, eyes darting right and left as he remembered to watch his back. He turned three-sixty's, to the left and right, but could barely see anything through the mist. And then, Mukuro was right in front of him, blocking the tonfa with his trident smoothly. Hibari saw the hand, but didn't think much of it until Mukuro brushed a finger through his bangs. It was a light touch, but he jerked back, raising his tonfas, snarling, "Herbivore, what are you doing?" The prefect hissed furiously. Mukuro chuckled.

"Kufufu~ you always did amuse me, Kyouya." He said, advancing with a strange gleam in his eyes. Hibari, being Hibari, did not back away, only holding his tonfas higher as his glare got dangerous, and the murderous aura around him got so dark it would have suffocated any normal person. And then, a petal floated in his line of view, and his eyes darted around, seeing sakura trees littering the area.

"You." He hissed vehemently. Mukuro chuckled, sensing Hibari's attack power slowly start to go down. He waited, until he was so close to the shorter man he could feel warm breath on his chin, and until he could take a finger and push Hibari back until his back his a tree trunk. Hibari's tonfa clattered to the ground. His only weapon was his glare now, but that wasn't going to stop Mukuro from leaning down and brushing his lips along of Hibari's ear.

"Green tea, intoxicating." He whispered, sticking the tip of his tongue out to taste the soft skin. Hibari couldn't move, except for the jerk of his shoulders and head as he tried to get away from Mukuro. A hand landed on Hibari's waist, preventing him from escaping, as another hand ran through his hair gently, feeling silky black locks sliding through long, slender fingers.

And then, before their lips could meet, a vice-like grip pulled Hibari away as the illusions disappeared. Mukuro turned to glare briefly at the intruder, before another fake smile took over his face

"Oya, oya~ Looks like our fun is interrupted~" Mukuro chuckled, glaring at the person who interfered.

"I need to borrow Hibari." Reborn's smooth voice made a small sliver of dread embed itself in Hibari's brain. He knew from his brief fight with the man as an Arcobaleno for the Vongola Succession that Reborn was strong, frightful, even to him. And the tight grip on his wrist didn't help either.

Reborn pushed Hibari harshly towards the couch, and he stumbled, before regaining his composer, but by then, after hearing two soft clicks, he saw Reborn approach him with fast, wide strides. Hibari being Hibari did not back away, and he stood, silently challenging Reborn as he did Mukuro.

"I could have handled him." Came Hibari's immediate statement. Reborn scoffed, narrowing coal black eyes toward his lover.

"Then why didn't you?" He questioned, "He was about to kiss you. He was about to kiss what was mine, and he probably would have, had I not intervened." Hibari bristled at the accusing tone in Reborn's voice.

"I'm not weak." He hissed, clenching his tonfas.

A hand roughly grabbed Hibari's chin, forcing their faces closer as they both glared at each other. Reborn's thumb began subconsciously caressing the soft skin of Hibari's bottom lip. And then they were kissing, lips meeting with force that made their teeth bump together as both fought for dominance. Reborn won, much to Hibari's disdain, and he pushed his tongue into Hibari's mouth, curling the wet appendage around Hibari's own. A low moan sent pleasurable vibrations through both men's spines.

"I'm going to punish you." Came Reborn's heated whisper right by his ear. Hibari gripped his beloved tonfas, swinging at the man's face. In a flash, they dropped to the ground with a clang, as Reborn kicked them away across the room, "I'm going to punish you for letting that fruit,"—he referred to Mukuro—"touch what is mine."

"Tch," Hibari glared, "you think I belong to you?" It hurt his pride for him—Hibari Kyouya, the most feared member of the Disciplinary Committee—to belong to someone, but some part of his brain said to just shut up enjoy it. Clothes were discarded, until Reborn was left in his suit, and boxers, his trousers having been torn off and tossed in a corner. Hibari being left in nothing but his boxers and school shirt. And then, before things could go any farther, using almost all of his strength, Hibari pushed Reborn back against the chair, forcing him to sit down.

"I'll show you who's dominant," he hissed softly in Reborn's ear.

Reborn crisp, white business shirt was torn off as well, and thrown behind him. Hibari sucked on the skin of Reborn's shoulder, biting down harshly. Reborn chuckled at the sting, removing his jacket and skillfully undoing each button of Hibari's school shirt. Reborn smirked when Hibari tried to grab his hands, attempting to stop him. Hibari Kyouya was a dangerous man, and in a relationship, it was natural for him to want to be the dominant one.

But not in this one.

Reborn clicked his tongue softly. It amused him so to see Hibari try to be dominant, when he, Reborn, the greatest hitman alive, was always on top. Although, he decided to humor himself some more. Letting himself submit, Reborn's eyes twinkled behind his fedora as Hibari undid his lover's jacket and tie, tossing them to the side. And then, a soft, teasing touch to his erection made him look down at Hibari. He felt excitement start to boil up a Hibari looked at him through long eyelashes—really, what other man did he know who had lashes that long?

Reborn felt himself almost go over the edge, until he gripped Hibari's hair with his hands in a soft, yet harsh way, lifting his head up. Reborn crushed their lips together, invading Hibari's' mouth with no permission—not like he needed it, anyway. Tasting himself along with Hibari made his erection pulse, and he grunted when he felt hands grasp the shaft.

"Enough," came the harsh hiss, accompanied by a nip and lick to Hibari's ear, "I want you." And Hibari felt himself complying as he was laid on the couch—his new favorite spot. Hibari's shirt and boxers were discarded, leaving him naked in Reborn's eyes. Said man licked his lips, a predatory look taking over his features as he leaned down to suck on the bite mark he'd made earlier. Hibari felt himself tremble in anticipation as Reborn spread his legs, pressing up against his entrance.

Last time, Hibari's hands had been cuffed for the majority of their lovemaking—even though it was a bit forced in the beginning—but now, he could claw, grasp, squirm, and drag his nails down his lover's back, across the cushions, and grab the arm of the couch. Gasps forced their way from his lips without his consent, and he grew angry with himself for being so weak. A hard, fast thrust brought him out of his reverie and he grunted, feeling pleasure invade his mind instead.

"Hibari," the heated whisper was right next to his ear, "you're thinking again." Reborn was rewarded with a moan as a response. He smirked, pushing Hibari's legs up so he could go deeper. Hibari threw his head back, clawing at the pillows. Thrusts got harder, faster, and Hibari saw stars as his whole body jerked and his hips thrust up. Reborn smirked, angling his hips to hit that spot again.

Moans, panting, skin against skin.

Reborn ravaged Hibari in ways the prefect thought impossible, and he had lost how many times he had climaxed, how many times pleasure ripped through every inch of his being. And then, Reborn brought Hibari into his lap, forcing the younger male to straddle him. Hibari's eyes shut and he rolled his hips to meet Reborn's thrusts. When he felt Hibari begin to tighten around his length, Reborn sped up, making Hibari take in every inch of his erection.

A guttural moan drew itself from Reborn's lips as he felt his climax shake his being. Never had he felt bliss in any other one-night stand he had experienced. This was not a one-night stand, however, this was Reborn and his lover. His lover. He would focus on the smaller details later, right now; he drank in the sight of Hibari's face, flushed, pink cheeks, half-lidded eyes clouded with lust and pleasure of the climax, parted lips and heavy panting, chest heaving, legs quivering, trembling under his touch. At the last second, before his lover finally climaxed, Reborn wrapped his hand around Hibari's neglected erection, squeezing gently. Hibari groaned at the warmth, and knew he was seconds away from unraveling the tight pit in his stomach.

Hibari once again, felt something hot fill him, and he let out a loud moan, feeling his own climax invade every cell in his brain, making his brain comprehend nothing but the man, his lover over him, as they both glistened with a thin layer of sweat. As they both basked themselves in the As Reborn lay himself down, chests touching, their bodies melded together. Panting filled the room. Reborn pulled slowly out, hearing another low moan grace his ears. And then they lay there, slowly coming down from their climax highs.

And with the warm breeze caressing their skin, and the scent of fresh air invading their nostrils, mixing with the scent of their lovemaking, the two most feared hitmen alive fell asleep together.

Omake:

Reborn opened his eyes when he heard a soft rustling sound, barely turning his head, he saw Hibari buttoning his shirt. His trousers and boxers had already been put on, as he tried to make his appearance presentable. After putting his jacket around his shoulders and retrieving his tonfas, Hibari started to walk—more like subtly limp—towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Reborn asked

"Taking a shower." Hibari said, wincing slightly as he almost put a hand on his hips. A smirk curled up on Reborn's face.

"Why don't I come with you?"

O-oh man, I'm such a pervert. I finished this in a day. A day. o/ / / / /o Not even four hours. I-I hope you all enjoyed! I couldn't resist putting Mukuro in there... the temptation was too strong! xD xD I will most likely NOT be adding a sequel, or a prequel (unless my inner yaoi-fan comes to life and I gat a brilliant idea. xD)

-Natsu