Log: just another "one last kiss"
Who: Reborn and Colonello
What: ...I hope you can guess.
When: Sometime after Reborn's log with Ipin
Where: Colonello's bedroom, Vongola ship
Reborn wasn't thinking clearly, and it was obvious when he chose to teleport directly into Colonello's room despite the risk of overexerting himself. But he was in a rush, there was a count and Colonello definitely wasn't expecting it when Reborn landed next to him on the bed, just barely managing NOT to hit his head on the wall.
Even with the whole power swap, Colonello honestly believed Reborn was fooling around with the whole teleporting thing. But of course, he knew that is was actually a fact once said hitman literally popped out of nowhere. He blinked, not saying anything for a second, just starting at the man who was now right next to him. "A second late, hey."
"Shut up," Reborn said, recovering quickly, and tossing his hat (and how strange was it, not to have Leon there) onto the table and undoing his tie with one hand.
Colonello licked his lips, eying the hitman. Reborn certainly proved the point about how some people never changed. Really, the current scene was all too familiar (minus the teleportation) "Tired?" He smirked.
"I can always leave," he threatened, his finger caught in the knot of his tie as he loosened it enough to tug it away from himself...
He shrugged, taking off his dark green jacket and throwing it aside. "If you want, hey." He smirked again, his fingers grabbing hold of the bottom of the loose tie. "But I know you don't want to."
Reborn glared almost helplessly at Colonello, but, unfortunately, it was somewhat true. Considering the events of the past few days... "Can you ever shut up?" He said with unfair hostility, but his breath had caught when Colonello reached for the tie, and he cursed himself for being so obvious.
"Just like you can't stop being a bastard, I can't shut up, hey." He chuckled lightly as his fingers slid the tie away from Reborn's neck and threw it onto a nightstand. "The burden of being a baby getting to you now?" He gazed at the hitman, now frowning slightly. "You seem a bit desperate, hey."
Reborn frowned at that and shifted slightly away, the expression on his face calming somewhat, the polite mask slipping back on. "Of course, because you and Lal aren't limited as often." He starts to move, as if preparing to get off the bed.
Colonello blinked at the comment and turned his head away. That just reminded him of something he shouldn't be doing. But, something else clicked inside of him, and he immediately forgot what it was. Smiling, he draped both his arms around Reborn's shoulders from behind. "hope you're not leaving, hey."
"Why should I stay?" He said disdainfully, but even so he is leaning against Colonello...
"Why shouldn't you?" His chin dropped onto Reborn's shoulder, a smile playing against his lips.
"Because..." Reborn breathed, and then with a slight growl, turns, grabbing Colonello's t-shirt and pulling him forward.
Colonello blinked at the sudden force, but continued to smirk despite being caught abit off gaurd again. "Because why?" He whispered.
"Shut up and kiss me," Reborn ordered, and then rendered the point moot by leaning in himself.
He didn't need to say anything to the command. His facial expression as well as hi actions said it all. Colonello wsa quick to close the gap and place his lips against Reborn's.
Reborn slide his hands under Colonello's t-shirt, brushing his shoe against the other's bare foot, which reminded him... He pushed Colonello onto the bed, slipping out of his shoes and quickly following after...
Colonello slightly shivered against the familiar touch, memories were quick to come back but his made went blank upon being pushed onto the bed. He didn't want to think, he just wanted to do. His hands snaked behind Reborn's neck again.
He had been in such a rush earlier, but now that they were actually on the bed together, he wanted to slow down. It really had been a while, but he knew from experience that it would only get better the longer they waited. So he sits up slightly and reaches up a hand to unbutton his shirt...
He frowned seeing that the hitman was taking his time, but he knew the man knew what he was doing. Colonello decided to be patient, even if it was killing him. "You still taste like coffee, hey."
"Sap," he said bitingly, though there is a sense of teasing about the word - as if somewhere deep inside, he's touched. "You COULD help, you know," he points out as he continues to undo the buttons of his own shirt.
"Hn." He raised an eyebrow at Reborn's comment, shrugging lightly. "I thought the best hitman around could do everything by himself, hey." Even saying so, his fingers reached for Reborn's shirt, unbuttoning it.
"If you want me to leave you by yourself, just tell me," he growled softly, but there is very little sincerity behind the words. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders once it was entirely unbuttoned and slid his hands under Colonello's t-shirt.
Colonello glanced at Reborn's bare chest, slightly admiring it. "You're the one who needs me right now." He smirked, pushing his body against Reborn's hands while letting his own fall onto the hitman's shoulders. "But don't worry, hey. I won't leave you alone."
Reborn dug his fingers in against Colonello's bare skin, a slight prick of pain, barely noticeable save for the position they're in. "I saw Bianchi recently," he said offhandedly, and he inches Colonello's shirt off, forcing his hands off Reborn's shoulders and up over his head as he shifts them, pulling the shirt up and over Colonello's head but tightening it in a loop around his wrists, pinning them over his head.
A slight gasp fell from his lips once Reborn managed to tie his wrists up. Nothing he should expect less of, actually. "Bianchi?" He frowned. "She's crazy, hey." He shifted uncomfortably while thinking about the Poison Scorpion. He never liked her.
Some would say the same about you," he teased, and lets go of Colonello's bound hands, "significantly more people, in fact..." He settles himself between Colonello's legs, kneeling only because it is the most convenient position, no submission at all in his posture as he bends forward to press a kiss to the side of Colonello's neck that quickly turns into a bite...
He squirms, just in the slightest, to get more comfortable. However, he doesn't even bother to make an escape attempt for his wrists. (Reborn was no pushover when it came to these things). "Your opinion doesn't count, hey. Neither does Tsuna's. " He winces lightly against the bites and frowns. "Besides, I know plenty of people who know I'm sane."
"Who THINK you're sane," Reborn corrected, looking up from the slight bruise on Colonello's neck and shifting to lick right along his collarbone. "And I'd say my opinion counts for a lot, hmm...?"
"No, I'm sure they know, hey." He shivers, feeling Reborn's tongue slide against his collarbone, a sound of pleasure escaping from his throat. "Your opinion never counts when it comes to me."
"My GOOD opinion counts for a lot, I think," he said, and he presses kisses down Colonello's bare chest, "especially considering your current position..."
Colonello snorted and slightly rolled his eyes. "Like you ever have something good to say about me, hey. And I don't see what my position has to do with your good opinion."
Reborn slid a teasing finger along the waistband of Colonello's pants. "It would be so awkward if Lal walked in on you like this, hmm?"
He kept a close eye on the finger, wishing Reborn would stop teasing him. Then, something else came into mind. "Lal? Lal Mirch?" He blinked, thinking. "Why would she..what? ...Oh. Oh! Oi! Reborn! The fruit, hey!"
"What fruit." It isn't a question that Reborn wanted to be answered, but considering Colonello's reaction...
"I ate a cursed fruit, hey! I've been flirting with everyone and I keep forgetting about her!" He frowned and began to struggle with his wrists.
Something shuttered in Reborn's expression, and he wordlessly gets up off the bed, leaning against the wall, watching Colonello struggle.
"Do you enjoy watching this, hey?" He glared at the hitman and wiggled a bit more before he finally stopped. His expression changed again. "What the hell are you doing over there?" He smiled and licked his lips. "I'm over here, hey."
"So I noticed," he said, voice almost deadpan. He makes his way back toward the bed, bending over at the waist to pick up his shirt.
"Hey!" Colonello glared again and slightly sat up. "I wasn't lying when I said that I missed you."
"Neither was I," Reborn said, voice still entirely neutral, even as he picks up his hat and tie, placing the hat on his head absently, as if he barely even realized the fact that he was still shirtless.
Colonello sighed lightly and looked towards the floor, knowing the hitman probably wouldn't bother to look at him in the eyes. "Sometimes, I don't know if I love you or not still." He looked up. "I want one more kiss, hey."
He stopped with one hand on the door, and turned away, walking back towards Colonello, his hat tilted downward over his face. Without dropping either his shirt or his tie (hanging off his arm), he grabbed Colonello's wrists and held him firmly. "You don't ALWAYS get what you want, Colonello," and then, belying his words slightly, leans in for another kiss, pressing his head back against the wall, tongue sliding into his mouth.
"I like being spoiled, hey." He smiled dumbly at the man and wasn't too surprised when Reborn actually did kiss him. He kissed back, pushing his tongue against Reborn's, savoring the taste he missed a bit too much. "Untie my wrists," he mumbled against Reborn's mouth.
Reborn leaned back, and this time he smiled more or less genuinely. "Like I said, Colonello..." He turned away and walked to the door, pushing it open before saying, over his shoulder, "You don't always get what you want." The click of the door is very loud as it shuts behind him.
Colonello scowled as Reborn left. He really was going to leave him there hard, topless, and tied up. At least he knew how to use a knife with his toes, but it was one of his shirts... "Bastard. You're too much of a good friend, hey."
What: ...I hope you can guess.
When: Sometime after Reborn's log with Ipin
Where: Colonello's bedroom, Vongola ship
Reborn wasn't thinking clearly, and it was obvious when he chose to teleport directly into Colonello's room despite the risk of overexerting himself. But he was in a rush, there was a count and Colonello definitely wasn't expecting it when Reborn landed next to him on the bed, just barely managing NOT to hit his head on the wall.
Even with the whole power swap, Colonello honestly believed Reborn was fooling around with the whole teleporting thing. But of course, he knew that is was actually a fact once said hitman literally popped out of nowhere. He blinked, not saying anything for a second, just starting at the man who was now right next to him. "A second late, hey."
"Shut up," Reborn said, recovering quickly, and tossing his hat (and how strange was it, not to have Leon there) onto the table and undoing his tie with one hand.
Colonello licked his lips, eying the hitman. Reborn certainly proved the point about how some people never changed. Really, the current scene was all too familiar (minus the teleportation) "Tired?" He smirked.
"I can always leave," he threatened, his finger caught in the knot of his tie as he loosened it enough to tug it away from himself...
He shrugged, taking off his dark green jacket and throwing it aside. "If you want, hey." He smirked again, his fingers grabbing hold of the bottom of the loose tie. "But I know you don't want to."
Reborn glared almost helplessly at Colonello, but, unfortunately, it was somewhat true. Considering the events of the past few days... "Can you ever shut up?" He said with unfair hostility, but his breath had caught when Colonello reached for the tie, and he cursed himself for being so obvious.
"Just like you can't stop being a bastard, I can't shut up, hey." He chuckled lightly as his fingers slid the tie away from Reborn's neck and threw it onto a nightstand. "The burden of being a baby getting to you now?" He gazed at the hitman, now frowning slightly. "You seem a bit desperate, hey."
Reborn frowned at that and shifted slightly away, the expression on his face calming somewhat, the polite mask slipping back on. "Of course, because you and Lal aren't limited as often." He starts to move, as if preparing to get off the bed.
Colonello blinked at the comment and turned his head away. That just reminded him of something he shouldn't be doing. But, something else clicked inside of him, and he immediately forgot what it was. Smiling, he draped both his arms around Reborn's shoulders from behind. "hope you're not leaving, hey."
"Why should I stay?" He said disdainfully, but even so he is leaning against Colonello...
"Why shouldn't you?" His chin dropped onto Reborn's shoulder, a smile playing against his lips.
"Because..." Reborn breathed, and then with a slight growl, turns, grabbing Colonello's t-shirt and pulling him forward.
Colonello blinked at the sudden force, but continued to smirk despite being caught abit off gaurd again. "Because why?" He whispered.
"Shut up and kiss me," Reborn ordered, and then rendered the point moot by leaning in himself.
He didn't need to say anything to the command. His facial expression as well as hi actions said it all. Colonello wsa quick to close the gap and place his lips against Reborn's.
Reborn slide his hands under Colonello's t-shirt, brushing his shoe against the other's bare foot, which reminded him... He pushed Colonello onto the bed, slipping out of his shoes and quickly following after...
Colonello slightly shivered against the familiar touch, memories were quick to come back but his made went blank upon being pushed onto the bed. He didn't want to think, he just wanted to do. His hands snaked behind Reborn's neck again.
He had been in such a rush earlier, but now that they were actually on the bed together, he wanted to slow down. It really had been a while, but he knew from experience that it would only get better the longer they waited. So he sits up slightly and reaches up a hand to unbutton his shirt...
He frowned seeing that the hitman was taking his time, but he knew the man knew what he was doing. Colonello decided to be patient, even if it was killing him. "You still taste like coffee, hey."
"Sap," he said bitingly, though there is a sense of teasing about the word - as if somewhere deep inside, he's touched. "You COULD help, you know," he points out as he continues to undo the buttons of his own shirt.
"Hn." He raised an eyebrow at Reborn's comment, shrugging lightly. "I thought the best hitman around could do everything by himself, hey." Even saying so, his fingers reached for Reborn's shirt, unbuttoning it.
"If you want me to leave you by yourself, just tell me," he growled softly, but there is very little sincerity behind the words. He slipped the shirt off his shoulders once it was entirely unbuttoned and slid his hands under Colonello's t-shirt.
Colonello glanced at Reborn's bare chest, slightly admiring it. "You're the one who needs me right now." He smirked, pushing his body against Reborn's hands while letting his own fall onto the hitman's shoulders. "But don't worry, hey. I won't leave you alone."
Reborn dug his fingers in against Colonello's bare skin, a slight prick of pain, barely noticeable save for the position they're in. "I saw Bianchi recently," he said offhandedly, and he inches Colonello's shirt off, forcing his hands off Reborn's shoulders and up over his head as he shifts them, pulling the shirt up and over Colonello's head but tightening it in a loop around his wrists, pinning them over his head.
A slight gasp fell from his lips once Reborn managed to tie his wrists up. Nothing he should expect less of, actually. "Bianchi?" He frowned. "She's crazy, hey." He shifted uncomfortably while thinking about the Poison Scorpion. He never liked her.
Some would say the same about you," he teased, and lets go of Colonello's bound hands, "significantly more people, in fact..." He settles himself between Colonello's legs, kneeling only because it is the most convenient position, no submission at all in his posture as he bends forward to press a kiss to the side of Colonello's neck that quickly turns into a bite...
He squirms, just in the slightest, to get more comfortable. However, he doesn't even bother to make an escape attempt for his wrists. (Reborn was no pushover when it came to these things). "Your opinion doesn't count, hey. Neither does Tsuna's. " He winces lightly against the bites and frowns. "Besides, I know plenty of people who know I'm sane."
"Who THINK you're sane," Reborn corrected, looking up from the slight bruise on Colonello's neck and shifting to lick right along his collarbone. "And I'd say my opinion counts for a lot, hmm...?"
"No, I'm sure they know, hey." He shivers, feeling Reborn's tongue slide against his collarbone, a sound of pleasure escaping from his throat. "Your opinion never counts when it comes to me."
"My GOOD opinion counts for a lot, I think," he said, and he presses kisses down Colonello's bare chest, "especially considering your current position..."
Colonello snorted and slightly rolled his eyes. "Like you ever have something good to say about me, hey. And I don't see what my position has to do with your good opinion."
Reborn slid a teasing finger along the waistband of Colonello's pants. "It would be so awkward if Lal walked in on you like this, hmm?"
He kept a close eye on the finger, wishing Reborn would stop teasing him. Then, something else came into mind. "Lal? Lal Mirch?" He blinked, thinking. "Why would she..what? ...Oh. Oh! Oi! Reborn! The fruit, hey!"
"What fruit." It isn't a question that Reborn wanted to be answered, but considering Colonello's reaction...
"I ate a cursed fruit, hey! I've been flirting with everyone and I keep forgetting about her!" He frowned and began to struggle with his wrists.
Something shuttered in Reborn's expression, and he wordlessly gets up off the bed, leaning against the wall, watching Colonello struggle.
"Do you enjoy watching this, hey?" He glared at the hitman and wiggled a bit more before he finally stopped. His expression changed again. "What the hell are you doing over there?" He smiled and licked his lips. "I'm over here, hey."
"So I noticed," he said, voice almost deadpan. He makes his way back toward the bed, bending over at the waist to pick up his shirt.
"Hey!" Colonello glared again and slightly sat up. "I wasn't lying when I said that I missed you."
"Neither was I," Reborn said, voice still entirely neutral, even as he picks up his hat and tie, placing the hat on his head absently, as if he barely even realized the fact that he was still shirtless.
Colonello sighed lightly and looked towards the floor, knowing the hitman probably wouldn't bother to look at him in the eyes. "Sometimes, I don't know if I love you or not still." He looked up. "I want one more kiss, hey."
He stopped with one hand on the door, and turned away, walking back towards Colonello, his hat tilted downward over his face. Without dropping either his shirt or his tie (hanging off his arm), he grabbed Colonello's wrists and held him firmly. "You don't ALWAYS get what you want, Colonello," and then, belying his words slightly, leans in for another kiss, pressing his head back against the wall, tongue sliding into his mouth.
"I like being spoiled, hey." He smiled dumbly at the man and wasn't too surprised when Reborn actually did kiss him. He kissed back, pushing his tongue against Reborn's, savoring the taste he missed a bit too much. "Untie my wrists," he mumbled against Reborn's mouth.
Reborn leaned back, and this time he smiled more or less genuinely. "Like I said, Colonello..." He turned away and walked to the door, pushing it open before saying, over his shoulder, "You don't always get what you want." The click of the door is very loud as it shuts behind him.
Colonello scowled as Reborn left. He really was going to leave him there hard, topless, and tied up. At least he knew how to use a knife with his toes, but it was one of his shirts... "Bastard. You're too much of a good friend, hey."