[fic] Escape [writing prompt]
Title: Escape
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Adult!Reborn x Adult!Lambo.
Word Count: 623
Warnings: YAOI- mentions of and implied sex.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lambo has a bad day and seeks Reborn as a means of comfort.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.
MY FIRST YAOI FIC 8D
Another day on the job; another bullet shot and another life taken. Lambo wasn't very tough to begin with, and more often that he'd like to admit, the dark side of his job as a hitman exhausted him to the point where he couldn't even cry anymore. He was a lot like Tsuna in that sense; the guilt and visual-trauma of the slaughter pressing on his conscience, persistent reluctant to leave.
He needed a distraction, and that's exactly how he ended up with a phone in his hand, Reborn's number ready at the dial.
***
“You have 30 seconds.”
Really, why did he call Reborn out of all people? The man scoffed at the prospect of comfort, and he frequently reminded Lambo that they were just 'fucking', not 'making love'.
“Ah... hey, it's me. Lambo-”
“How did you get this number?”
“...You gave it to me!”
“Was I drunk?”
“What? ...No! Look, that's not why I called.” A moment's hesitance. “Are you free tonight?”
A moment's pause.
“...Well?-”
“I'll be over later.”
***
It was well past midnight by the time Reborn made it to Lambo's apartment, and within seconds the two bodies were tangled within each other, lip locked and against the wall; no greetings and no pleasantries. With time Lambo had learned that Reborn was strictly here for sex, and that he held no interest in the 'mundane happenings of the stupid cow's day' to quote. Heck, it was even preferable to Reborn that Lambo remain completely silent; except of course when he wanted the dumb cow to moan and scream his name.
“Your bed. Us. Now.” Reborn demanded in an undertone as he pulled away from the kiss, ripping and tearing at the other's clothing as his teeth left a path of red marks along whatever flesh he could find.
“No-” Lambo was usually happy to comply with whatever Reborn wanted (not that he ever had much of a choice), but not tonight. “Here.” He insisted, resisting the pull of the other man.
“Oh? This is new...” Reborn quirked an eyebrow, leaning away some more to study the other's features, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Just fuck me here.”
“Don't tell me what to do, stupida mucca.”
Those words didn't seem to reach Lambo's ears completely, as the next thing he felt was the cow's fingers at his pants, tugging them impatiently off his hips. Sure, he liked the message (and really, who didn't want a piece?) but the idiot Bovino was starting to irritate him.
“What did I just say?” His tone took a sharper edge, and in one fluid motion he grabbed the intruding pair of hands, pinning the cow's wrists high above his head.
“Just do it now.” Finally, a tone of plea reached his voice and Lambo did all he could to avoid the other's unwavering stare as he felt the urge to cry bubble in his chest, stubbornly keeping his head tilted downwards.
There was another pause between the two men before Reborn finally scoffed; under the usual circumstances he held no tolerance for the sight of tears and vulnerability- particularly for men in the Mafia. Who knew what it was, though; maybe some part of him identified the cow's turmoil, or maybe Lambo's helplessness was so contagious that he himself had become softer as a person.
“You're pathetic.”
Those were the last words uttered as Reborn released the hold on Lambo's wrists, pulling him back into a kissing frenzy as a means of picking up where they left off. Just this once, he told himself, he'd provide the escape that Lambo craved.
FIN
stupida mucca: stupid cow
Rating: T
Characters/Pairings: Adult!Reborn x Adult!Lambo.
Word Count: 623
Warnings: YAOI- mentions of and implied sex.
Spoilers: None
Summary: Lambo has a bad day and seeks Reborn as a means of comfort.
Disclaimer: I do not own KHR.
MY FIRST YAOI FIC 8D
Another day on the job; another bullet shot and another life taken. Lambo wasn't very tough to begin with, and more often that he'd like to admit, the dark side of his job as a hitman exhausted him to the point where he couldn't even cry anymore. He was a lot like Tsuna in that sense; the guilt and visual-trauma of the slaughter pressing on his conscience, persistent reluctant to leave.
He needed a distraction, and that's exactly how he ended up with a phone in his hand, Reborn's number ready at the dial.
***
“You have 30 seconds.”
Really, why did he call Reborn out of all people? The man scoffed at the prospect of comfort, and he frequently reminded Lambo that they were just 'fucking', not 'making love'.
“Ah... hey, it's me. Lambo-”
“How did you get this number?”
“...You gave it to me!”
“Was I drunk?”
“What? ...No! Look, that's not why I called.” A moment's hesitance. “Are you free tonight?”
A moment's pause.
“...Well?-”
“I'll be over later.”
***
It was well past midnight by the time Reborn made it to Lambo's apartment, and within seconds the two bodies were tangled within each other, lip locked and against the wall; no greetings and no pleasantries. With time Lambo had learned that Reborn was strictly here for sex, and that he held no interest in the 'mundane happenings of the stupid cow's day' to quote. Heck, it was even preferable to Reborn that Lambo remain completely silent; except of course when he wanted the dumb cow to moan and scream his name.
“Your bed. Us. Now.” Reborn demanded in an undertone as he pulled away from the kiss, ripping and tearing at the other's clothing as his teeth left a path of red marks along whatever flesh he could find.
“No-” Lambo was usually happy to comply with whatever Reborn wanted (not that he ever had much of a choice), but not tonight. “Here.” He insisted, resisting the pull of the other man.
“Oh? This is new...” Reborn quirked an eyebrow, leaning away some more to study the other's features, a slow smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“Just fuck me here.”
“Don't tell me what to do, stupida mucca.”
Those words didn't seem to reach Lambo's ears completely, as the next thing he felt was the cow's fingers at his pants, tugging them impatiently off his hips. Sure, he liked the message (and really, who didn't want a piece?) but the idiot Bovino was starting to irritate him.
“What did I just say?” His tone took a sharper edge, and in one fluid motion he grabbed the intruding pair of hands, pinning the cow's wrists high above his head.
“Just do it now.” Finally, a tone of plea reached his voice and Lambo did all he could to avoid the other's unwavering stare as he felt the urge to cry bubble in his chest, stubbornly keeping his head tilted downwards.
There was another pause between the two men before Reborn finally scoffed; under the usual circumstances he held no tolerance for the sight of tears and vulnerability- particularly for men in the Mafia. Who knew what it was, though; maybe some part of him identified the cow's turmoil, or maybe Lambo's helplessness was so contagious that he himself had become softer as a person.
“You're pathetic.”
Those were the last words uttered as Reborn released the hold on Lambo's wrists, pulling him back into a kissing frenzy as a means of picking up where they left off. Just this once, he told himself, he'd provide the escape that Lambo craved.
FIN
stupida mucca: stupid cow