Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Akira Amano
(1) This is a fictional work, elements of the original work can be altered for better compatibility with this story.
(2) This story contains yaoi / shounen-ai. If you don't like it, press (x) at the top of the page to exit.
(3) English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy!
It was still morning, a light rain was falling, covering the Italian streets and making the summer day even hotter and more sultry. Lancia came home from his job as a bodyguard at a nightclub and took off his suit before collapsing onto the cheap mattress in the small room he rented. It was a low-key, low-paying job, but after apologizing and paying for the crimes he had committed, he had decided to stay as far away from the mafia as possible.
He still kept in touch with CEDEF, because they kept him under some surveillance, to make sure he was toe the line. And well, it was a two-way street, it was his way of knowing how Tsuna and the kids were doing.
When the doorbell rang, he just dragged himself from the bed to the door, his shirt open, showing his scarred chest. It had to be the landlord charging rent. His brain stopped when he came face to face with Basil. The boy's polite smile was colored by the redness of his cheekbones and he stared at the floor, embarrassed, clutching a small folder.
"I don't think I came at a good time, sir."
"No, it's just -" he tried desperately to button his shirt. "Please come in" he took a step to the side. Basil hesitated, but with a little bow he entered.
The room was tiny, there was only a wardrobe and a fridge, a side door led to the bathroom, besides the bed, there was only a chair, which Lancia offered to Basil.
"Sorry to bother you," Basil said politely, after observing the messy bed of the person who had just woken up.
"Do not worry." Lancia turned to the fridge. "Would you like a drink?"
"No, thanks" Basil replied with a smile, settling himself in his chair.
Lancia looked at the bottle of beer and wine, but it would not be appropriate to drink at this time of the morning, grabbed a bottle of water and sat down on the bed. They stared at each other, for what the Lancia seemed to take forever. He broke eye contact by gulping down nearly the entire contents of the bottle in one gulp. A bit of water remained at the bottom of the bottle, which he held, trying to hide his nervousness.
It had been a long time since he had seen Basil. They exchanged messages quite often, but only to talk about Tsuna, or to pass on some suspicious information that he had seen or heard at the club. And he preferred that. Ever since he'd met the kid, he'd had something about him that made Lancia feel uneasy. Maybe it was politeness, delicacy and purity. Perhaps not as pure as Basil was involved with the mafia since he was a child, but for Lancia, the boy still had an angelic aura. If Lancia believed in romance, he would say he fell in love with Basil at first sight. Whatever it was, the boy messed with him. It made him impulsive and unreasonable, and Lancia knew how dangerous it was to be out of his mind.
"It looks like it's going to rain all day." Basil commented staring out the window at the drizzle. His hair was damp and the drops trickled slowly into the straw-colored sea. Lancia grunted an inaudible reply, the sight of the boy cut by the light from the window made him look even more graceful.
"What brings you here?" Lancia asked, trying to take control back.
"Oh, well, sir, you are aware -" Basil began, opening the folder he was holding in his hands.
Long eyelashes fluttered slightly as he spoke, his lips moved in a sensual way, and the words came out slow and smooth. Even if he didn't use the archaic Japanese that Lancia had heard him use in Japan, Basil certainly spoke much more politely and formally than other boys to his age. Lancia knew, just as he had the day they flew back to Italy, that being around the kid wasn't good for his sanity.
"Anyway, this information -" Basil continued, pulling a strand of hair behind his ear and showing off part of his white neck.
Lancia could see the veins through the thin skin, and tiny raindrops that dripped from the hair onto the exposed area. Jesus, he wanted to touch that soft hair and mark every inch of his neck. For a second, Lancia's mind allowed to imagine how Basil would react in the face of such a situation, and he felt his insides boil.
"It is really hot today." Basil paused, fanning himself with the folder. The golden strands swayed slightly with the movement and Lancia saw the scene as if in slow motion, catching every last detail. "Do you mind?" Basil made a move to take his suit off.
"Don't call me sir, I'm not that old." Lancia scowled.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Basil put down his folder and took off his suit. Lancia tried not to stare, but it was impossible to look away, the dark fabric revealing the light and thin, almost transparent shirt that marked every muscle in the lean body. His nimble fingers as he loosened his tie and opened the top few buttons of his shirt.
"Much better" The boy sighed in relief. "Where are we?" He took the folder and studied the document, blue eyes searching the paper for the next topic, while slowly biting his lower lip thoughtfully. His lips took on a rosy hue from the pressure and for Lancia the day became much hotter than it already was.
"Oh, yes, as I said before -" Basil resumed, concentrating. The words came out rhythmic, almost hypnotic and Lancia was trying to resist that trance. His eyes followed a droplet slowly running from the hair, to the neck, and then entered the collar of the shirt. Lancia was jealous of that drop that could explore the body in front of him. He'd never had a real interest in relationships, whether with men or women, but Basil awakened desires in him that he didn't even know he had.
"In these pictures -" Basil placed the folder on the bed, and pointed to a series of photos, he leaned in slightly, getting closer to Lancia. His hair spilled out, framing his face, and the open buttons of his shirt revealed more than they should have.
Lancia didn't even look at the photos, his attention was riveted on the boy just inches in front of him. He could feel the heat emanating from the boy and smell the clean, freshly showered smell. Basil was within arm's reach and every cell in his body was screaming to take him.
"So here -" And his fingers ran over a larger photo, indicating a location, which Lancia vaguely processed. The movement made Basil lean even closer to him. The mesmerizing voice, every slightest movement, even breathing, held his attention.
Lancia felt dirty for being seduced by a boy ten years younger. Basil wasn't a kid, but it felt wrong. But at the same time, he could only imagine how it would feel to touch him, every part of his body. Instinctively, he squeezed the bottle between his hands, the plastic creaking, drawing Basil's attention.
"Sorry," Lancia asked and Basil went back to his monologue. The poor bottle suffered in his hands, being squeezed and twisted, while Lancia tried to contain his desires. His mind wandered, untying his tie, undoing the remaining buttons on his shirt. The white skin, the rosy nipples…
"Mister Lancia?"
Lancia stared at the boy before him, so close he could feel the breath against his skin and see himself reflected in blue eyes. Lancia felt his face flush, the erotic thoughts so palpable he could have sworn Basil was conscious of them.
"The drink you offered me earlier, I accept water." His voice came out a little hoarse from having spoken for so long.
"Ah," Lancia stared at the fridge and then at the poor crumpled bottle in his hands. "Sorry, that was the last water bottle I..."
"There is no problem." Slowly, Basil reached out with the hand that was on the folder, slid through the papers, until it touched Lancia's hands. The man jumped at the contact and felt his whole body on fire. He watched the slender, icy fingers brush against his, the soft, cold touch against his rough, warm skin eliciting a million different sensations. His whole body seemed to have a will of its own, his legs were numb, his stomach was churning, he was sweating and he could barely breathe properly. The hand patiently reached for the bottle and gently pulled it out. "I just need a sip." The husky voice gave such a simple sentence an erotic tone and Lancia felt a shiver run down his spine.
Basil raised the bottle to his lips, Lancia held his breath as he saw a trickle of water run down his chin. His insides screamed like a hysterical girl, from the indirect kiss, but he had to hold back.
"Much better" The voice came out clean and clear, but Lancia hadn't even heard the difference. His brain had stopped seeing the boy lick his wet lips. All the blood that minutes before colored his face had gone down to his pants, his member throbbed painfully. All he could think of was what else Basil could lick so sensually.
The boy had gone back to the topics in the folder, pointing and commenting, but Lancia's mind was completely blank, his mouth was dry, his body was hot and his hands were shaking. God, how he wanted to fuck the boy in front of him. No shame or talk, just throwing those damn papers away and making Basil moan until he covered the sound of rain.
"Mister Lancia, are you listening to me?" He was so caught up in his daydreams that he didn't realize he was moving towards the boy. They were so close that their noses were touching. Basil's gaze was fixed on him in surprise, but he hadn't moved away.
"I told you not to call me sir."
"Sorry, it is a habit." Basil half-smiled and licked his lips again. What was that brat doing? He wasn't trying to seduce him, but every gesture, no matter how innocent, made Lancia want him. "Mist… You don't seem very attentive, I think it wasn't wise to come early in the morning."
"It's okay" Lancia's voice barely came out, he needed a lot of willpower to contain his desires. It would only take a little more leaning to bring their lips together, the minimum effort to throw him on the bed.
"I'm really sorry, maybe it's better to come back another time…" Basil pulled away, breaking that moment. Lancia grabbed him by the arm, the touch made an electric current run through his body. His stomach grew hot and his cock thrummed inside his pants, anticipating the desire to be used. Jesus, how he wanted to fuck Basil.
Lancia opened his mouth, but no words came out. Did he even know what to say, ask Basil to stay, apologize for not listening? The only thing his mind was processing was how much he wanted the boy. How much he needed him, how much Basil made him crazy and horny.
"I really think this is not the best time." Basil said almost inaudibly, his face completely red. Only then did Lancia realize that the bulge in the pants was fully visible and that the other was fully aware of it.
Basil broke free, picking up his papers and suit from the back of the chair, and stumbled to the door. His shy, self-conscious manner only made Lancia think of how shy and inexperienced he would be in bed.
The boy stopped, his hand on the doorknob, and mustered up the rest of his courage to face the adult.
"I know this is none of my business, but what were you thinking?" He had given a speech about internal changes at CEDEF and how his master was interested in Lancia joining the organization. Despite the offer, it wasn't such an exciting subject to get someone well, in that state.
Lancia took a deep breath, the image of the boy licking his lips etched in his mind. He had already ruined everything by exposing himself like that, how much worse would it be if he was sincere?
"A woman I met at the bar." Lancia lied. A part of him, a big part of him wanted to tell the truth, see the boy's reaction, know if he felt the same way. But everything would be awkward and uncomfortable after that. What if Basil didn't feel the same way? What if Basil thought he was perverted for fantasizing about a boy who had barely reached adulthood? What if they never spoke again, not even text? Lancia couldn't risk what little attention he received.
"Oh" Was it his impression or did Basil look disappointed? Surely it was just an impression, there was no way the boy would feel the same way. Of course he liked the Lancia, but Basil was friendly and he liked everyone. "I'll be back another time. I'll leave you thinking about your girlfriend." The sentence came out shaky and he barely managed to bow before leaving.
Lancia threw himself onto the bed as soon as the door closed. His entire body was on fire and his mind was still clouded by lust. He opened his pants and touched the member. He shuddered at the contact, he could imagine Basil walking away from the apartment, his white shirt turning transparent from the rain, wet hair plastered to his neck, his face flushed and shy. His hands worked deftly and his vision of the room grew more and more blurred, Basil licking his lips slowly and theatrically brought his mind back and it was enough to reach the climax with an exaggerated moan. Basil was definitely seducing him, even if he didn't know it.
N/T: Anyone else like LanciaxBasil? Blame the author who made the novel where they travel together from Japan to Italy.
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