Mafia Dreams

A light smirk tugged at the corner of Yamamoto's lips as he watched the just recently sent disk of a certain long haired swordsman's exploits in his quest to become the Second Sword Emperor. He was close to it now, about eight battles left to go. He still couldn't understand why the Varia swordsman was sending him these videos, what their true purpose was, but he had to admit that each time one arrived he would watch it again and again, watching very flex of muscle and movement of limb in the deadly dance of blades recorded just for him. Though he knew he had already seen them before, in the future of a different timeline, this time around he had more time to study every pressing detail; there was no time limit to it.

"He's interested in you, you know."

Yamamoto looked up in surprise from where he was all but hunched over his computer screen to meet strikingly black eyes. “Reborn.” He nodded his head in greeting. After the arcobaleno’s curse had been broken, the young swordsman didn’t feel quite right calling him ‘little guy’ anymore, since… well he wasn’t one even if Reborn was still shorter than him, and though he couldn’t be sure of Reborn’s true age, or if he had aged since becoming an arcobaleno, it was obvious that Reborn was older than him at least. He shook his head to clear those stray thoughts away to give way to more important ones. “What do you mean by that?”

The dark Italian smirked, “I mean what I said, of course.”

The swordsman tilted his head a little to the side, looking adorably thoughtful, then smiled when he came to his answer, “I guess you’re right. I mean you said it yourself before. He sent me these videos so that he can draw me back into sword fighting. He’ll probably want to challenge me again some day.

“Fnn…” Reborn smirked, but didn’t correct Yamamoto as to what he really meant.

“So what are you doing here in my room, Reborn?”

“Ah, well… Tsuna wanted sushi from your restaurant one more time before you all have to leave for Italy on Friday, so he and Gokudera are downstairs.”

“Eh? Really? Oh man, it really is this Friday, isn’t it? I haven’t packed anything, haha,” Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly; “I’ll have to start packing tonight. For now I’ll go greet Tsuna and Gokudera!” He jumped to his feet nimbly, stretching to pop joints back into place after being hunched over his screen for so long. “C’mon, Reborn… Tonight will be my treat, so eat as much as you want.” He knew that Reborn would eat his fill then leave the tab to Tsuna, so this just saved Tsuna a lot of stress. With a final stretch he headed towards the door… only to have his wrist caught by the fast hit man, looking back at the slightly shorter man in surprise.

“Reborn?” He felt just a little unnerved; the Italian usually wasn’t this eerily quiet… at least not around him. As it was, the dark-eyed man’s face was cast in shadow by his fedora tipped down to cover his eyes. All he could make out… was that knowing smirk that looked so different on the man than it did on the kid. “Reborn..?” he tried again.

“Squalo.” That was the only reply he got.

“Eh..?” was Yamamoto’s own response.

Reborn tilted his head up slightly, his smirk spreading just a little wider, “He’s not the only one interested in you, you know.”

Yamamoto smiled, a bit sheepishly, his natural reaction when confused, “Heh, he isn’t?”

“No… I’m surprised you haven’t noticed it before. Tsuna… and even Gokudera, they’re interested in you, too… though I doubt they’ve realized it themselves. ”

“Haha, what are you talking about, Reborn? Of course they’re interested in me, they’re my friends.”

Reborn just went on as if Yamamoto hadn’t interrupted him at all, “Even Hibari seems interested in you. You’ve impressed him with your sword skill, but I doubt he’d actively ever do anything about it.”

“A-heh… I don’t think I understand what you’re talking about, Reborn… You’re being confusing.”

“Even I am interested in you, Yamamoto.”

That made the former baseball player blush for some unexplainable reason, especially since now dark, mysterious orbs were looking directly into his own brown ones. “R-reborn..?” he actually stuttered.

“Fuhn…” the hit man breathed out in amusement, shaking his head, “I guess I’ll have to try a more direct approach.” Before Yamamoto could ask what he meant by that he was suddenly yanked forward by the surprisingly strong man, so fast that even he could barely catch himself from falling. He just managed to twist himself around, but Reborn was a step ahead of him, grabbing him with a hand to the back of his neck, yanking down. Did he really think he could get the upper hand on the world’s best hit man? Not even close.

Brown eyes widened in shock when lips were suddenly and firmly sealed over his own, his brain taking a few seconds longer to actually process that… that… Reborn was kissing him! And in his shock he had allowed the shorter brunette to pry his lips apart, making him jump when a warm, but definitely foreign tongue invaded his mouth, twining against his own, coaxing him into submitting. He didn’t know what to do, and it wasn’t until he felt the back of his knees hit his bed that he realized he was moving at all and that the kiss was just a ploy to lead him there, falling with a bounce onto his back, the older man on top of him. And still those skillful lips and tongues were coaxing him, and being the teenager that he was he was able to do little more than give in, moaning softly as he finally returned the gesture, his arms smoothing over the Italian’s thin hips to twine around his back.

Reborn, for his part, just smirked against the teenager’s lips when he finally accepted the inevitable. He was never denied before, why should this time be any different? Once he had the boy intoxicated from the joining of their lips he slowly, teasingly, started to pull back, just enough to entice the teen to follow him, drawing back just a little, letting their tongue just barely peek into the open air, feeling his breath warm on his skin, then Yamamoto would close the distance to get him to deepen the kiss again. Like a moth to the flame. Reborn kept this up until they were both seated, Yamamoto on the bed and he on the tall teen’s lap. Long fingers, calloused from years of handling weapons, smoothed just under the teen’s shirt, teasing the warm skin beneath before he pulled it up and off in one fluid motion with a break of the kiss, a triumphant little smirk on his lips.

Yamamoto gasped in surprise when he suddenly found himself shirtless and not entirely sure on how that happened, panting softly from the break of such a mind-numbing kiss, slightly glazed eyes meeting twinkling black. “W-wha…? R-reborn… What is this..?”

“Fuhn… it’s too late to be asking such things now, Yamamoto… I’ve already captured you.” And before he had to explain himself to the still oblivious teen, he captured those bruised lips in another demanding kiss, one the boy, still half dazed, easily gave in once more. This time his hands were free to explore the expanse of the younger boy’s chiseled, well trained form, fingers smoothing over tanned skin and firm muscle beneath, teasing over the wide expanse of his chest, making the swordsman’s breath hitch between their joined lips as his thumbs just flicked over the hard nubs of his nipples.

In the back of his mind Yamamoto was still reeling, that this was really happening, that he had the world’s greatest hit man on his lap kissing him, those long, slim fingers exploring his body, and somewhere in his mind he knew that he should be embarrassed by the growing swell of heat that was eagerly pressed against the older man’s backside. But the majority of his mind was downgraded to only respond to the most basic of animal instincts, simple good and bad responses, pleasure and lack of pleasure and the Italian was pulling all the strings.

He wasn’t entirely sure when he had been laid flat on his back again, but that didn’t change the fact that he had been, his head cushioned by his pillow. His arms were still wrapped around that slim, black clad waist, and his mouth was still moving against Reborn’s in an age old battle of dominance. A part of him was telling him to give in, that the older, more experienced man would take care of all of it and all he had to do was accept and enjoy, but that wasn’t like him. If he wasn’t giving as good as he got in all that he did, he felt like he had failed somehow.

Reborn was pleasantly surprised and amused that even now, when the teen had given into him so easily, that the former baseball player wasn’t submitting to his kiss, his complete dominance. But then… wasn’t that just like him? He had chosen a good one this time. Yamamoto wouldn’t let himself be overwhelmed so easily, not completely, and he’d probably learn just as quickly as well. A few more lessons and he’d have another skilled lover to pass his time with. For now, though… he wanted to savor the inexperience while it still lasted it. It was half the fun, after all.

His responses were so slow today, if this was a real battle he would have long been dead, some still reasonable, small part of the swordsman’s mind chided him. It took Yamamoto a few seconds to realize that those warm lips were no longer battling with his own, and neither was that sinful tongue. He panted for breath, eyes glazed as he stared at the older man sitting himself quite comfortably on his lap, smirking down at him.

“Reborn…” he tried, but was interrupted.

“Do you understand what I mean now, Yamamoto?”

The teen licked his lips, just looking up at the older man. Was this… some kind of test..? He knew the arcobaleno could be very unconventional in his training methods… but… was this one of them?

“Aa, I think I do.” Yamamoto smirked. He was nothing if not bold and fearless when met with a challenge, tilting his head up to meet the older man’s lips this time.

Another pleasant surprise, but Reborn didn’t let it show as he returned the kiss with full confidence, not even flinching when those hands, which had been glued around his waist until now, moved down to cup his bottom, holding him in place as he felt the teen’s eagerness rub against him. Fuhn… well… his seduction technique was perfect as well as versatile… he could work with this. He tilted his head slightly, angling the kiss to deepen it further, his hips rising away from the growing friction in a way that made the boy tighten his hold on him and make a displeased sound. Oh…? So Yamamoto could be selfish, yet another pleasant surprise. He wouldn’t let that deter him, smirking against his lips he pulled away from the teenager’s hold.

“Youth is always so eager, ne?” He teased the sulking swordsman, their lips just brushing in teasing caresses that were more torturous than pleasurable with the way his warm breath tingled against the teenager’s skin.

“Elder’s always want to take their time with everything,” Yamamoto quipped back between soft pants.

“Oh..? Are you saying I’m old, Yamamoto?” the Italian chuckled.

Yamamoto smirked, “Older than me, anyways.”

“True…” Reborn shrugged and unceremoniously started to unbutton his black coat, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it drop to the floor, loosening his tie next and then unbuttoned his shirt, leaving him equally as nude as the teenager, “But how can you really savor something when you rush through it? What do you learn from that?”

“Haha, maybe you have a point there.” Yamamoto chuckled softly, though his eyes were glued to the lean form being revealed to him, surprised by how interested he was to see what Reborn looked like under that dark suit he was always wearing. He was… pale, just like the rest of him, thin but muscular, the body of a man who was never fully at rest, and before he knew it his own larger hands were smoothing up that stomach and chest just like Reborn at done to him before, smiling in satisfaction at the soft little moan he drew from the older man.

“Mm… You pick up things so quickly, Yamamoto… I really can see why Squalo is so interested in you,” Reborn said with a smirk at the pink hue that adorned the teen’s cheeks. “Let’s keep going,” hands snaking down to expertly undo the fly of the teen’s pants, all the more pleased the flush darkened. “And yet you’re still so shy. It’s very appealing on you, Yamamoto.” Not even slowing to the half-protests the teen uttered, Reborn’s hand slipped within the rain guardian’s opened pants and underwear, cupping and squeezing the heated flesh found there, drawing it out to stroke it freely, licking his lips at the sight of the thick, eagerly pulsing heat. “Another advantage of youth.”

“Re… Reborn…!” Yamamoto groaned breathlessly, the first time his intimate flesh felt the touch of someone other than himself. It felt so different… so much… better! His hips pushed up eagerly to feel more, moaning in satisfaction when he was squeezed in return. “Uuhn!”

“So eager, ne Yamamoto?” Reborn teased, stroking faster mercilessly, drawing a half moan half whimper from the teen.

“Y-yeah… good…!” Yamamoto breathed out in return, his hips flexing forward thrusting in time to Reborn’s strokes.

Reborn leaned forward, their lips brushing just barely as he spoke. “Do you want more, Yamamoto?”

“Uhn…” Yamamoto tried to close the final distance between them to kiss those sinful lips again, only to be denied as the older man pulled away, making him actually growl, fierce battle eyes trained hard at the Italian.

“Hmm?” Reborn wasn’t the least bit threatened, “What was that? I don’t think I quite understood your answer. Do you want more?” His free hand unsnapped the button of his own slacks, pulling the zipper down, hips rising higher to tug them off, all which he did with all the fluidity of a long practiced dance so that his own arousal was free of it’s tight confines.

The teen swallowed thickly, nodding as he tried to calm his raging hormones down even just a little, “Y-yeah… m-more!”

Reborn could sense the other boy trying so desperately to hold on to his control, deciding to push the envelope further, resting his now fully naked self over the younger male’s equally nude body, moaning softly at the feel of flesh rubbing against flesh, feeling Yamamoto’s moan rumble between them. He started to nibble along his jaw line, following it up to his ear, whispering warmly, “Tell me what it is that you want, Yamamoto.”

Yamamoto’s mind was in overdrive, going thousands of different directions at once. Was this really happening? What exactly did this entail? Gods, Reborn’s body was so hot on top of his, he could be kept warm forever with this heat. Reborn is still wearing his fedora. Having a different cock on his stomach felt strange, not bad… just strange. He could feel it throbbing a little, almost like a heart beat. His own cock was starting to weep in his arousal. Gods, where did Reborn learn to use his hand like that? Normally he would have probably cum long ago, but the skilled hit man was keeping him just at bay. He wondered if this was supposed to mean something or if this was just because Reborn was interested in him. Was there a difference? He had once thought that Reborn was more interested in Tsuna after the curse had been broken, but here he was with him. He bet Tsuna’s body would be softer, though probably just as hot, and his voice would be sweeter, too… Not that Reborn’s voice wasn’t sexy as well. And Gokudera… He could imagine Gokudera’s foul mouth in the bedroom, but just imagining what he would say was a big turn on, too. So was thinking of shutting that mouth up for just a moment to nothing else but cries of pleasure. Gokudera would probably look really cute when he blushed and moaned. And Squalo… he could imagine the older swordsman being a screamer, he was loud enough as it was already. What was it that he wanted, anyways?

He grabbed hold of Reborn’s hips, pulling him further down his body until his own arousal rubbed against the older man’s cleft, tilting his head back, moaning at how amazing that felt as he let his arousal rub back and forth against the flesh now slick with his own precum. He gasped, and he heard Reborn moan breathlessly when the tip of his throbbing length nudged against the tight, resisting pucker “This…” he breathed out, “I want this.”

“Mmn…” the older dark haired man let his head lull back a little, his eyelids fluttering for a moment before he pulled himself back to the situation at hand. “Yamamoto isn’t shy… I’m surprised you know how it’s done,” he chuckled softly.

Yamamoto laughed softly in return, squeezing the hold on Reborn’s hips lightly, rubbing against is cleft again. “It just made the most sense to me.”

“Aa… good instincts… that’s good… Then you should know that you won’t fit in there without a little preparing before, ne?”

Yamamoto looked down, though the delectable sight of Reborn’s lower half rubbing against his stomach blocked the sight of his member brushing against the older man’s cleft, but he nodded in understanding. “How do I do that?”

Reborn tsked, “What happened to those good instincts, Yamamoto? I guess it can’t be helped. I’ll have to do it for you this time, but pay close attention, I expect you to know what to do next time.”

Next time… so there would be a next time, then?

Yamamoto nearly growled again when the heat that was covering his own body was suddenly lifted up, leaving him feeling cold, but he was too curious to see what would happen next.

He watched with wide, curious brown eyes as the older man sat himself up straddling his stomach. He was curious when Reborn brought three of his own fingers to his mouth and started to suck them in, making soft slurping sounds as he coated all three digits thoroughly with saliva, fingers pulling and pushing in and out of his mouth as those dark eyes held onto his own, making promises that Yamamoto didn’t fully understand, making the heat rise higher on his cheeks and further south as well. That task done he leaned back a little, raising his hips higher so Yamamoto could see the winking pinkened, tight ring of muscles as he brought his fingers over to the it. A blush dusted the baseball player’s cheeks all over again, watching raptly as those long, slim fingers worked circles against the tight pucker until the muscles started to relax, his breath hitching louder than Reborn’s as he watched the first digit push past the resistance, disappearing into that pale, slim body.

He watched every twitch of muscle, each movement with the same concentration he gave to memorizing the sword techniques in Squalo’s disks. Though he had to admit to himself that he had never reacted quite like this from watching the sword battles. His lower half had never reacted quite this strongly before… well besides that one time, but still not quite like this. His arousal throbbed painfully, dripping a large dollop of precum onto his stomach as he watched that finger pushed slowly in and out of his entrance, the way the ring of muscles would flex and relax against the intrusion, almost like it was pulling the digit in deeper.

He heard Reborn’s breath hitch softly, but he didn’t tear his eyes away from the sight as a second finger joined the first, stretching the tight pucker wider apart, and still it gripped them so tightly, and those slim hips were pushing down into the intrusion, pushing those fingers in deeper as if it wasn’t enough. Reborn was riding his own fingers and it had to be the most erotic sight that the teen had seen to date. The way he moved up and down in time to the push and pull of his fingers, up and down, up… down… and those fingers were moving in an opposite rhythm, and watching them disappearing into his body over and over again was making him lose his mind. Yamamoto moaned, feeling like he could lose it from imagining the hot, tight feel sheathing him alone.

“Uhn…!” it was a few seconds before he realized that he had uttered that groan, not Reborn, but the older man was working a third finger in now and with an inner cringe the teen wondered if such a small opening was really meant to be stretched this wide apart. He finally did tear his gaze away from the entrancing sight so that is gaze met Reborn’s. The older man’s eyes were glazed in pleasure, his lips parted slightly to pant for breath, pale skin tinged pink in a flush. Like this even Reborn could look adorable, Yamamoto thought with a light smile. His eyes widened and he groaned softly as the older man’s face changed to that of ecstasy and suddenly he was moving that much more desperately, pushing back against his own fingers harder as he uttered a low, breathy groan.

“Uhnn… Y-yamamoto… i-if you don’t hit this spot when you’re inside me I’ll have to punish you later… nn..!” Reborn breathed out as he slowly withdrew his fingers, surprised at his own body’s desperate reaction to being emptied. It seemed like Yamamoto wasn’t the only one that was eager, but fortunately for him he was more experienced in hiding just how eager he was.

“Eh..? Ah… ano…” A spot inside Reborn..? Maybe that was why he had reacted like that; he had found a good spot inside. He couldn’t be sure if he’d be able to find it but he nodded all the same. “Hai…”

Reborn hummed a soft laugh, ruffling the younger man’s hair. “You really can be adorable sometimes Yamamoto…”

“Hahaha, it sounds a bit odd for you to say that to me at a time like this.”

“Fuhn… maybe it is, but it doesn’t make it any less true… But enough about that, lets get to more important things, ne?”

“Eh..? Ah!” Yamamoto suddenly found himself pushed flat on his back once more, a hand splayed over his chest as Reborn smirked down at him. His breath hitched softly as he felt that sinful touch on his throbbing member again, stroking him slowly up and down, but only once. Reborn was holding him in place as he positioned himself. It had all seemed… so surreal up until this point, not quite like having an out of body experience, but still not quite real, almost like the teenager had expected to wake up from it at any moment.

The feel of the ring of muscles promising entrance to incredible heat pressing against the tip of his arousal brought everything into picture perfect clarity, but it was far too late to back out. With a low cry of nearly painful pleasure, Yamamoto’s hips surged forward at the first push down from Reborn, the first feel of the satiny heat opening up around him, accepting him, it was too much to bear. As if purely by instinct he gripped Reborn’s hips and brought him down fast and hard until he was fully sheathed, making the man on top of him cry out in surprise and pain.

“Aa-aaagh!”

The sound of pain brought him back to reality. Yamamoto gasped, alarm painting his features. “Reborn! Aah! I… I’m sorry! I didn’t..! I…!” Oh gods, he had hurt the other man!

Reborn took long, deep breaths, his eyes closed tightly as he concentrated on relaxing his body, on focusing on something other than the feeling of being split in two. It had been quite a while since he had let himself be taken, and even longer since he had been taken that roughly. Still he didn’t want the boy to panic and ruin the entire game. “I-iie… I’m fine, Yamamoto… Just keep still until I’m ready.”

Yamamoto swallowed thickly, nodding, but he still worried. He knew the older man was just trying to comfort him, which made him feel worse, since he had been the one to hurt the Italian, not the other way around. Despite the incredibly tight heat surrounding such an intimate part of his body, he found himself feeling less and less aroused with his worry.

That was… until he felt those muscles squeeze him tighter, making him gasp in surprise and pleasure, his arousal jumping back to life with such a simple act. “Aahn..!” Brown eyes fluttered open to meet twinkling black orbs. “Reborn..?”

“Don’t even think about giving up on me now, Yamamoto. I won’t let you.” Reborn smirked, though it didn’t fully hide the light grimace of pain. He was as ready as he was ever going to be, and he knew despite how fast Yamamoto learned he’d have to take charge this time.

“Re… Reborn, are you sure you’re alright? We can… we can stop…?”

“Shut up, Yamamoto,” was Reborn’s only response as he slowly lifted himself up, feeling inch after delicious inch pulling against his flesh, then rocked back down to accept it again, moaning at the twinge of pain that mixed in with the pleasure, but it only served to excite him more.

“Haaa-aaa!” Yamamoto’s eyes closed tightly, head lulling back against the pillows as Reborn started a slow and torturous pace, the pull and push of their joined flesh was incredible, downgrading his thought processes to little more than groans and grunts. His hands slid up and down Reborn’s slim hips in a soothing caress, giving gentle squeezes each time he was enveloped again. “Reborn… Reborn...!” He moaned the name out softly like a mantra, his hips rolling shallowly to meet each thrust, finding the rhythm the hit man was setting and following it perfectly. Gods, that just felt amazing.

Slowly, brown eyes fluttered open to take in the sight before him. Reborn’s eyes were closed, biting his bottom lip lightly to stifle his moans as he slid slowly up and down, impaling himself over and over onto the teen’s thick girth. Yamamoto couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over the entire scene, the way he licked those kiss full lips between pants, the heave of the shorter man’s chest with each deep breath he took, the glistening of sweat that coated all of his body, the undulating flex of his stomach muscles. Oh fuck! The sight of his own length disappearing into that pale body, the way the ring of muscles would squeeze lightly with each push as if trying to hold onto him longer. “Reborn..!”

He couldn’t let it lie like that; he wanted to give back all the pleasure he was feeling. One hand slipping up the older man’s side, the smiled broadly at the tremor he felt beneath his fingertips, the soft hitch of breath. His hand slid over his stomach, up to his chest, where his fingers found the protruding nub of a pale nipple, squeezing it between his fingers, hearing the man moan louder over him, groaning himself when those muscles around his cock squeezed him tighter in return. Reborn’s nipples were a sensitive spot, it seemed, one that Yamamoto decided to would use to his fullest advantage now. He rolled, squeezed, and pinched the sensitive bud until it was hard and filled with blood, flicking it teasingly, trying just the tiniest bit harder each time to see what Reborn would like best.

Said hit man internally cursed that the teen would discover one of his weak points, moaning as he was mercilessly teased. Yamamoto noticed when the perfect rhythm faltered and the older moan arched a little more desperately into his touch with a moan. It was really satisfying, to Yamamoto at least. Reborn was fighting against the loss of control. He was the experienced lover, he was the one that left hundreds of lovers satiated at his feet, he was the one in control, and he would not admit that being manipulated so completely was making his blood run hotter than he could ever remember it being before. He was supposed to be the one in control.

Yamamoto smirked noticing all the little changes in his former tutor, knowing that he was doing something right. He switched his main attention to the neglected nipple, but he still lightly squeezed and rolled the first, alternating which one got his full attention. When Reborn slowed he picked up the pace, making the man moan louder as he rolled his hips, sinking in deeper into that pliable body. One hand gripped his hip again to guide him this time, inexperienced, but going by instinct. He twisted his hips, groaning softly as he felt the full of his length sheathed into the tight heat, moaning louder in surprise when Reborn went wild on top of him and squeezed him harder. He smirked at him, “Is… is that… the spot..?”

His answers were breathy pants and a murmur of, “Cocky brat…” that only made his grin broader.

He rolled his hips again and again to hit that spot dead on each time, moving faster, harder, until Reborn was moaning in wild abandon on top of him. The arch of his back was erotic, and his thighs were squeezing his hips on either side, and even still he didn’t abandon his chest, teasing him more as he pinched the darkened bud hard, earning a sharp hiss of pleasure that was nearly pain, but gods the way his cock was squeezed was incredible, so he did it again as he pulled nearly all the way out only to slam back in, hitting the secret spot again.

Reborn was gone. Somehow, someway, he had lost control of the situation. No longer was he teaching a cute teen how to have sex, but he was being overwhelmed by such simple touches. There was no secret, intense way he was being touch, no hidden pleasure areas, just simple, honest touches, just like Yamamoto, and it was making him lose his mind. Gods, how had it come to this..? He was going to lose it soon and he knew it. “Yamamoto..!” He breathed out his name desperately. He had to get back in control, gain the upper hand somehow.

He didn’t get the chance. He met brown eyes dark with arousal, shining sincerely up at him, the honest, genki smile that somehow just seemed cuter with the sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten, the flush dusting his cheeks. “Reborn…” the teen breathed his own name in return. He leaned up and pressed his lips to the pulse point over the hit man’s throat, suckling lightly. The shock that such a simple touch sent through him shot Reborn off the edge, moaning in warning as he reached his completion, milky white staining the tanned peach of the teen’s skin. How embarrassing, he thought, to cum without having his arousal touched at all.

Yamamoto’s breath hitched as the hot sheath surrounding him suddenly became vice-like, making it almost impossible to move, and he looked up at Reborn in time to see his expression when lost to the pleasure of completion. It was gorgeous, and Yamamoto wasn’t far behind, “Uhn!! Reborn!” he moaned, arching his hips into that incredible heat once more before spilling his release into the hot depths, his hips continuing to flex and rock to push it in deeper, slumping bonelessly onto the bed once he was fully spent. He smiled when he felt the older man’s body, equally jello-like, fall on top of his own, covering him like a blanket.

With a soft, content, sigh he wrapped his arms around Reborn’s middle, nuzzling his throat, kissing the soft mark he had left there. “Thank you for the lesson, Reborn… I’ll be sure to put it to good use.”

“Hn…” came the breathless, amused reply, “At this point I’m not completely sure if you weren’t the one who seduced me all along. You have a natural talent for a lot of things, it seems.”

“Hahaha… from you, I’ll take that as a great compliment, Reborn-sama.”

“Che… brat…” Reborn took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, letting himself just rest for the moment. “How soon will you be ready for another round?”

“Ahaha!” the teen laughed warmly, “Soon enough, I think… but what about Tsuna and Gokudera?”

“Fuhn… You want to try a foursome already? Don’t get ahead of yourself Yamamoto.”

The teen blushed darkly, “That’s not what I meant!”

So he could still get one up on him… that was good… Reborn let his eyes flutter closed, “I know…”

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End!

Now this is crack, right? XD Please don't kill me! It's all my seme's fault! Go and lynch her if you hate it so much! X3

All this was inspired by a comment she made to me when I first made her start reading Reborn. What was the comment?

"Reborn want's Yamamoto's sex."

Her reasoning? Reborn always jumps on Yamamoto's shoulder whenever he's around, he's always nicer to him.

My brain? Snapped when I thought about it, but after that I just had to write something with them, even if only once!

And yes the story didn't end with someone waking up from a dream, but I figured that with the theme of all the stories and how the two previous onces have ended it's safe to conclude that all these stories are 'dreams' or at the very least are dream-like in a way that none of them have anything to do with any of the others. They're just a series of smutty oneshots, that's all there is to it! X3

This installment of Mafia Dreams is dedicated to my seme and the other half of my brain, Kishara/kittychou! But I wonder if she'll even read it! And if she does, I don't think it's what she was expecting. XD;;

Please review!