[ahoshi!] chapter 7: how to shatter worlds with icy hot
hai gaiizzz. It's been a while and I'm eternally grateful to those of you who decided to stick around. Here's the latest update of ahoshi! and it's miles sexier than anything I've ever written before. Please comment if you have any questions or just want to say something about ahoshi!
A note from your author who loves you: don't try what Lambo does at home. I can't pay for your hospital bills, I want to go on grad trip.
There's this terrible thing called 'delayed realisation'.
It's when you realise that something monumental has happened a stupidly long time after you really should have, and then you dearly wish you could drown yourself in your non-existent bathtub. I say non-existent because we don't have a bathtub, we only have a shower unit that looks like an execution chamber (which I suppose is close enough).
"Shit," I swore. "I forgot to ask Vongola how his proposal went."
Looking to my mum's bed opposite me for some form of advice or comfort, I was sorely disappointed. Fuuta's bed was neatly made and there wasn't a single trace of my mother anywhere, he must have decided to stay at the Vongola mansion to finish up some ranking again. Who was meant to console me with stupid and contrived Italian proverbs now?
"How am I meant to relax?" I muttered to myself anxiously. "Chi bene incomincia a è a metà dell'opera, what is well begun is only half done. What happened if Vongola chickened out and didn't propose to Kyoko in the end?"
The flush of the neighbour's toilet upstairs answered me.
I don't know why, but I'd kind of hoped for something more. Here I was, stupidly talking to myself in the dark and subjecting myself to humiliation-
"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà,no one will take the one destined for you," a muffled voice through the wall supplied.
I pressed my ear against the wall. "Mum? What are you doing in I-Pin's room?"
"It's me, bastard," I-Pin snapped through the thin wall plaster.
"I-Pin? Yare, yare, it sounds like your voice is finally breaking. I was worried mum would have to take you to the doctor and see if your balls were ever going to drop. Where is Fuuta anyways?"
"Probably doing some ranking up at the Vongola Mansion."
"He's always doing ranking up at the Vongola Mansion. Don't you ever wonder if he's not actually ranking? What if he's going out and picking up some hot bitches?"
"Are we talking about the same person?"
"By the way, your Italian pronunciation still sucks shit."
"I was trying to comfort you, asshole."
"Really? Then please continue."
"Dio li Fa, poi li Accopia, God makes them, then he mates them."
"Yeah, I guess Vongola and Kyoko are destined to be with each other. They're going to get married sooner or later."
"L'amore si trova nel tuo cuore non per resarci, ma per essere condiviso, love is in your heart, not to stay, but to be shared."
"…okay, that one didn't really make much sense to me in terms of the situation Tsuna and Kyoko are in."
"L'amore mantiene giovanni, the heart that loves is always young."
"I-Pin, are you just reading Italian love proverbs off the internet?"
"Maybe."
"You're a bitch."
I arrived at the training grounds before Colonello did.
It was weird; I kept wondering if he was going to jump out of a tree with his gun cocked. (Sexual innuendo not intended, because well. Yeah. Not intended.) He would probably be shirtless, as usual, since the man seemed to think that if he kept his shirt on for more than ten minutes then he would spontaneously combust. Who cared if it was six o' clock in the morning, he was a manly man and manly men stripped half-naked whenever they got the chance. Nobody wanted to see his gleaming, tanned, muscular, bronzen-
Although I was gearing myself for intense gloating as a result of his tardiness, I found the entire situation really strange. Colonello's life was ruled by his anal dedication to his work and I doubt even an army of sumo wrestlers could have kept him away from tutoring. Something must have been really wrong with him. Not that I particularly cared. (Because I didn't.)
Flipping out my shitty silver cell phone, I punched in his number and waited for him to pick up.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I hung up. Then I tried again.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring-
"Hello?" a voice that had once been Colonello's answered finally. While his voice had once had a husky quality that some women would call sexy, it now sounded like someone had auto-tuned a car continuously running over a cat.
"Where are you?"
"Is this Lambo, kora?"
"Well, yeah. Who else would be calling you this stupidly early in the morning?"
"Right."
And then an incredibly awkward silence fell. I don't even know why it happened, but it was enough to make me want to down a bottle of bleach.
"…so are you coming today, or can I just go home?"
"I'm on my way. Just stay there, kora."
There was a dull click as he promptly hung up, leaving me to stare at my scratched phone monitor in disbelief. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he sick or something?
A few moments passed.
Then the wind began to whip about my face in painful lashes as a horrible ripping tore through the morning silence, punctuated by slow, deliberate beats. I tried to turn, but the wind was too strong and I blinked upwards through blurry eyes. It looked as though a massive white meteorite was hurtling towards the earth, and more specifically, me.
I began, "What the-"
I was smashed across the training grounds by what felt like the Titanic and my world swirled into watercolours. There was a ferocious and jarring animalistic screech that nearly destroyed my ear drums and miniature tornadoes began to buffet me backwards. I struggled to rise only to be forced back down again by foot long talons. Slitted icy eyes glared at me, the tip of a razor sharp beak glinting in the early sunlight.
I was about to be raped by a massive white bird.
"Okay look," I stuttered, "I'm not against interracial breeding but I have to draw the line at bestiality-"
The monster of a bird screeched.
"-okay, I'm open to the idea-"
"Falco," Colonello's low, fatigued voice filled the training ground, causing both me and the ridiculous bird to freeze.
Then the bird's beak lashed forwards, determined to gouge out my left eyeball. I screamed a manly scream and most certainly did not feel any desire to pee my pants.
When a blinding pain did not rip through my skull, I bravely opened one eyelid. I stared in horror as the bird pressed its forehead up against mine, its beady black eye sizing me up, and the stench of sweaty mutant overwhelmed my senses.
There was a soft thump as Colonello slid sluggishly from the monster's back and dragged himself over to the picnic table, sliding onto it in a jelly-like manner. He didn't even notice when his legendary Maximum Burst rifle slipped from his shoulder and fell to the grassy floor. The mammoth bird thing then suddenly straightened up and trotted towards Colonello, picking up his rifle in its beak like a fucking fetch toy, and it deposited it on the table before him.
I stared at Colonello in disbelief. "Aren't you at all worried that you're standing next to a genocide waiting to happen?"
"Falco? Falco's harmless, kora," Colonello said dismissively.
Falco raked his claws through the grassy ground, leaving painful foot deep gashes in the dirt. Then he gave me the evil eye.
"…most of the time," he added.
"You own that thing?" I blurted, louder than even I'd anticipated.
He winced and muttered, "Yes, kora. He normally just flies around above me, but he was insistent on coming with me today."
There were perfect black circles under his eyes that would make the manliest of pandas cry and his keen sapphire eyes were anything but. I raised an eyebrow in complete disbelief, and then it hit me.
"…are you hungover?" I questioned.
Colonello's eyes finally met mine for a split second and I saw an emotion dart out from the depths of his irises. It gripped me around my heart in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant and I felt a dull warmth spread through my stomach as my mind drifted back to my near drowning. The feeling died immediately when Falco glared at me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking about.
Instead of answering my question, Colonello rose to his feet. "Run through your exercises, starting with the stretches I taught you last time."
Compared to the freakish attention he had previously lavished on me, when he would correct even the slightest mistake and make sure my arms were at forty five degree angles and not at fifty, he was stunningly indifferent today. It seemed like he was going out of his way not to look at me, or touch me, or even so much as acknowledge my existence. He just went off and patted his stupid bird.
And I was pissed. I'd actually bothered practicing the exercises and he wasn't even fucking interested. What the hell was I paying him for?
After half an hour like this, I'd had enough. I rounded on him, "Are you going to man up and get over your hangover, or should I just go home?"
Colonello's eyes met mine and he didn't react quite as quickly as he normally would. "What?"
I snapped irritably, "You're not doing anything. You're just sitting there and molesting your oversized pigeon. Are we at least going to spar today?"
"No," he said quickly. Too quickly. He seemed to realise his mistake, because he then took in a deep breath and said, "You're still limping, kora. If we push you too hard today, it might permanently damage your leg."
I could tell from the look on his face he knew that even I could have come up with a more believable excuse. My ankle was fine and had been for the past few days, I wasn't limping at all. He was really acting up, and while I hated it when he was organised and proper, he was a damn sight more frustrating when he was disorganised and pathetic like this.
"Put this on your ankle, kora," he told me, and a flat cylindrical tin soared towards me. I caught it and stared down at the lid in confusion. "Then you can go home."
"What is it?" I asked, eyeing it suspiciously.
"It'll help."
Silence fell between us. Well, if it meant I'd be able to leave this painfully awkward training session, I was more than willing to follow his demands. I cracked open the tin and the nostril numbing smell of menthol permeated the air, causing me to gag slightly. A goopy mixture the consistency of Vaseline glimmered in the early sunlight and I scooped some onto my fingertip.
With a sigh, I plopped myself down on the ground and crossed my legs so I could better access my ankle. I began to rub the strange salve into my skin and after a few moments, my ankle began to prickle with warmth and cool simultaneously. It was incredibly relaxing and I was half tempted to slather it all over my body and flop down on the grass for a nap.
I glanced down at the tin appreciatively. "What is this shit? It's brilliant."
"It's called Icy-Hot."
The heat began to climb the length of my leg, licking its way higher and higher as chilled fingertips ghosted over its path. "Oh, God."
I could feel Colonello's stare against my neck, burning, burning. He asked in a low voice that sent me back to riverside and his skin, wet skin. "What is it, kora?"
I gasped, "It feels so good. Shit, it feels amazing-"
And then I felt his fingers in my hair, each digit smoothing against my scalp and slowly curling the black tendrils around them. Then he pulled ever so slightly and the mixture of pleasure and pain set off little sparks in my veins, inciting a loud, almost comical gasp from me. Some part of me wanted to take it back because things were definitely getting out of hand, but then he pulled my hair again and I drowned my self-control in a river of lust.
I let him lead my head to the left and felt his warm breath on my Adams apple. I swallowed, waiting in anticipation for him to press his lips against my neck and draw masterpieces across it with his tongue, but he just kept his mouth that slightest fraction away from my skin. It took everything I had not to yank him down and snog the bejeesus out of him.
Then something slid against my neck, but it wasn't his tongue. They were his fingers and he was dragging them tantalizingly slowly over my skin. I could feel the hard calluses and the scalding freeze of the Icy-Hot in the practiced patterns he charted across my neck, I closed my eyes and my breaths came hard as I parted my mouth for air. My head fell backwards as my throat seared with heat, leading me to stare upwards into his dizzying overcast eyes.
And then he kissed me.
I reached a hand up instinctively as his tongue traced the back of my teeth, the top of my mouth, and I felt the rough beginnings of stubble drag across my fingertips. His hand fisted in my hair and he pulled ever so slightly, causing me to moan long and deep into him.
I felt his smirk against my lips, and then he pulled away. He noted, "I didn't think you'd be one for hair-pulling."
"I didn't think you'd be one for paedophilia," I retorted, without really thinking.
And if the sensual mood had been a metaphorical kitten, I had just picked it up and thrown it into a meat grinder.
He let go of me instantaneously. In the space of just a couple of seconds, he put universes of space between us.
"Yare, yare. I didn't mean that, you know. I mean, I don't mind," I blabbered.
"We should just forget any of this ever happened, kora," Colonello said.
"What? No! I'm still hard! That's probably one of the sexiest things that's ever happened to me," I blurted.
There was a long pause.
Then in a very strained voice, Colonello managed, "You- just go home."
An hour later outside Reborn's apartment, things weren't going so well.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Click.
"Reborn?" - gasphissinhale - "Are you there?"
"What do you want, cow?"
"I think I- think I need help."
"Go ask someone else."
"Reborn, please. Reborn, I'm- I'm-"
I pressed my forehead against the icy cold metal of the code box, my mind pulsating painfully in time with my burning cock and ass. I was so hard it actually physically hurt me, but it felt like my dick had been sealed in a vacuum of hellfire while my ass was continually raped by a lightning bolt. I could barely keep myself upright and had to lean against the wall for support. Sweat had soaked through my clothes, my nipples were hard against the semi-transparent white fabric and my breaths came in laboured gasps, in and out.
My mind was spinning. My head lolled dangerously to the side, smashing my cheek into the code box and punching in a random series of numbers. I moaned hoarsely, "Help me."
There was silence on the other end. Reborn had hung up.
The only person who could potentially save me had deserted me. Colonello's stupid Icy Hot remedy was going to scorch my cock and ass to a cinder. I was going to die. I couldn't take it anymore, my knees gave way and my elbows knocked loudly against the cement. I didn't even feel the pain as the skin grated clean off my elbows, all I could think was oh god make it stop, make it stop make it stop make it stop-
"God," I moaned, my hand reaching down to rub against my crotch through the thin fabric. I jolted as a wave of pleasure and pain shot straight through my system, I spastically removed my hand. It felt as though I had been scalded.
Gritting my teeth, I reached down to try again. I didn't care that I was out in the open, slumped over on the floor in my archenemy's complex entrance and attempting to beat off. My life was on the line and I was so pained and horny, I could have been on the Spanish Steps at the height of tourist season and still done exactly the same thing. I trembled, squeezing my eyes shut as I torturously palmed my crotch in tiny circles, illegible noises escaping my tightly set jaw.
Then I was yanked up so quickly that I cried out, lashing forwards to steady myself. There were rough hands on my waist, hands that were so cool against my skin, hands that I wanted wrapped around me and in me.
"What the hell are you doing?" Reborn's velvet voice was sensual against my cheek- I was so out of it that I hardly picked up on the note of anger leaking through his usual composure.
I pressed back against him and his thigh accidentally brushed against my tight, puckered hole through my pants. Stars exploded into vision as my muscles instinctively clenched, pleasure temporarily overriding the pain. I couldn't hold back my voice and let out a loud moan, but then one of Reborn's hands, his rough gunman hands covered my mouth and the calluses pressed against my lips.
Without thinking twice, I swept my tongue over his palm. Reborn's grip on my waist tightened and I began to grind myself against his thigh, moaning into his hand as I sucked and licked at his fingers mindlessly. I wanted them in me, I wanted them pounding into my ass and wrapped around my cock, I wanted them covered in cold lube and then in cum, I wanted them-
Reborn cursed and pulled me into his apartment building.
He had to half drag me, half carry me towards the lift lobby. I hardly remembered what anything looked like, it didn't dawn on me that I had finally breached his evil lair after fruitless attempt after fruitless attempt. I couldn't even see straight anymore, the agony and the lust had overtaken all of my senses and all I could think and feel was Reborn, his body against my body, Reborn, his low voice in my ear, Reborn.
"Shit," I groaned, "God it hurts, it hurts and I'm so hard, Reborn."
"Cow, shut up," he ordered me.
What I didn't realise then was that one of his neighbours was standing awkwardly in the lift with us.
Reborn was propping me up against himself, his eyes pointedly avoiding those of the catholic school girl beside him. They were glued to the row of illuminated numbers above the lift doors, watching as we climbed higher and higher. His grip slackened on me slightly and I slid against his leg, the friction against my asshole was too much.
And I screamed.
He slammed his hand against my mouth so hard that my brain rattled. I continued screaming into his palm as he readjusted me and his neighbour's face whitened, her hands fisted tightly at her sides. Her fingers instinctively latched onto her metal crucifix, as though it would ward away the hormonal teenage homosexual beside her.
Some deity must have been listening to her desperate prayers, because the lift pinged open. Reborn all but threw me out of the open doors. I curled up into a ball as the cold floor came into contact with my hot dick and I bit into the flesh of my lip viciously to distract from the painful contrast. The doors shut again behind him and he stepped over me.
"Get up," he told me curtly.
I pressed my sweaty face into the cool floor. "Can't- can't move-"
My world lurched dangerously as I was swung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and I fisted the fabric of his jacket as my hard as marble dick was smashed against his collarbone. With every step he took, my entire body jolted against him.
Reborn demanded, "What did you do?"
"N-nothing."
"If you don't tell me what you did, I won't be able to help you. Do you want to continue suffering like this?"
"No!" I shouted immediately, fear spiking within me.
"Then tell me."
A key grated in a lock. We were entering Reborn's apartment.
My voice was ragged. "Colonello…Colonello…"
"Colonello did this to you?" he interrogated me sharply.
"No…no," I choked out, close to tears. "He gave me something, he gave me Icy Hot and I used lots of it to jerk off and finger myself and now my dick is going to fucking fall off and I'm going to die-"
My back came into contact with something soft, a mattress. I hardly knew where I was. I choked back a scream as my body was wracked with tremors, and then there were cold fingers at the base of my throat undoing the first of my shirt buttons. Reborn was undressing me and my hands reached up, whether to stop him or to help him I hardly knew, but he easily forced them away. I gasped greedily as chill air slapped me across my chest and then Reborn's fingers were at my fly, yanking my pants and boxers down.
The cloth dragged across my sensitive flesh. "Nnhgh!"
I tossed my head against the mattress wildly as my length sprung to attention. I thrust my hips upwards as the cold air swallowed it whole, but then Reborn pulled me to my feet and pulled me into the bathroom. I hardly remembered getting into the tub. My muscles tensed and then relaxed, tensed and then relaxed as the squeak of a faucet penetrated my dizzy state of euphoria.
Then an icy jet of water struck my cock.
I shouted in agony, flinching away from the water. It felt like someone was driving a thousand needles into my ass and my length at the same time, the torture was so intense that I began to feel nauseous. A dry sob escaped my throat as I tried to endure the pain, smashing myself against the side of the bathtub in a feeble attempt to escape the shower.
"Stop!" I yelled at Reborn, "Fuck, stop it, it fucking hurts you bastard!"
My eyes were watering now and I slammed the heels of my palms into my eyes to keep tears from leaking out. My body shook uncontrollably and I could taste the blood in my mouth as my teeth punctured my bottom lip.
I was lifted out of the bathtub, wet, naked, pained and horny as hell. His lips brushed against the edge of my eyebrow. He murmured my name, "Lambo."
Instinctively, my arms locked around his neck. He lowered me to the bed and as he tried to draw back from me, I yanked him down again. I grabbed his hands, his fingers with the calluses and the tough finger pads, and guided them downwards.
I closed his fingers around my cock. "Reborn, please."
There wasn't even a split second of hesitation.
I balled the bedsheets in my hands as his hand slide along my length, up and down, up and down, up and down. My vision was going and I was moaning helplessly as the pleasure lanced through me, building and building to my release.
I needed friction against the walls of my tight, searing hole, so I tried to slip my middle finger inside my ass. It was too tight though, I couldn't fit it past my first knuckle and I groaned in frustration. Reborn's thumb dragged against my cum slit and I shouted, bucking upwards at the tidal wave of ecstasy that overcame me, and he pulled my finger out of me.
Then, he was no longer touching me.
And to be honest, I did plead and beg and scream for him to come back like a slut, swearing at him to finish what he'd fucking started. I hardly heard the soft pop of a plastic cap, nor the squirt of gel as it was forced from its tube.
Reborn's lube-drenched finger began to enter me. It was so cold against my ass cheeks and I moaned, spreading myself for him so he could manoeuvre himself better. I glanced down dizzily, seeing the painfully pink tip of my cock, dripping with pre-come. I watched transfixed as his finger sank knuckle by knuckle into my ass, the slight pain dissipating into the back of my mind.
And then he was in.
"More," I groaned, "More, more fingers."
I kissed Reborn passionately as he pushed a second finger into me, stretching my ass around him. His free hand wrapped around my dick, beginning to pump in time to his deep thrusts. My tongue fucked Reborn's shamelessly as I rocked myself against him, moaning and gasping for breath.
I was getting close. It felt like someone had wound me up so tightly that at any minute, I was going to explode into ribbons of white cum. I tore my mouth away from his and he pressed his forehead against mine, my eyes slid shut as his warm breath stroked my cheeks.
"Reborn," I gasped against him, "I can't, I'm going to-"
And then I came. All over his hand.
Jacking off was nothing compared to this. Jacking off was like winning a school sports competition, a fully-fledged handjob from Reborn himself was like stealing the Olympic torch and getting away with it. I watched breathlessly as he sat up, his slender hand streaked with cum, and then I noticed the unmistakable bulge in his pants. And what a bulge it was.
Without warning, my cock sprang to attention.
Reborn didn't even look at me. "You're hard again?"
"Y-yeah. I don't think the Icy Hot's worn off yet," I struggled for words, mainly because there was a bulge in his pants.
"Go home and sort it out yourself, cow," Reborn ground out as he yanked a tissue from his bedside table stash and began cleaning his hand.
I made what may have been the boldest and the most idiotic decision of my seventeen years of age. I crawled over to sit beside Reborn on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped and dangling awkwardly between my knees.
I ventured nervously, "Do you want to - um - fuck me? I don't mind, you know."
The tissue in Reborn's hand tore loudly. A heavy silence fell. Neither of us moved.
(bulgebulgeBULGEBULGE)
Reborn's voice was strained. "Cow."
"Yeah?"
"Get out."
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"Let's talk about us, kora."
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"I think Reborn broke me."
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"Yamamoto isn't here, so just hurry up and ask me whatever you want to know."
"Er, I don't think that's such a good idea-"
"Say it."
"…how do two men have sex?"
You know the drill. If you drop me comments/questions in your reviews, I'll reply to them here. There are going to be a lot of questions this time because I've been gone for a while, so don't be hating if this ends up being longer than the chapter.
Where you been, bitch?
Um, I haven't actually been writing that much recently (as you may have noticed). I was swamped by all this shit, university applications, shows, school work so I didn't have much time to write. But you know what, it's all paid off because I MADE MY UNIVERSITY DECISIONS. YEAH.
What? You already chose your university?
Yes! I've accepted a conditional offer to the University of Warwick's English Literature and Creative Writing undergraduate degree programme, so if I get AAA for my A Levels and you happen to go to Warwick, LET'S TOTALLY PARTY YEAH. If I somehow mess that up and you go to Aberystwyth, THEN LET'S TOTALLY PARTY TOO YEAH.
Going back to this chapter- WHOA. SUDDEN SEXUAL OVERLOAD IN THIS CHAPTER.
Yeah. Everything just kind of exploded. Lambo and Colonello are just stupid sluts that can't keep it in their pants. Reborn's just been suppressing feelings for a while. Anyways, this chapter's a huge contrast to all the one's that have come before and is also one of the most sexual things I have published to date. I'm burning bridges, y'all. Pure innocent writing, BEGONE FOREVER.
Where the fuuu is Fuuta?
(Haha, see what I did there?) Fuuta's going to get his character depth soon. I actually like him a lot.
Why was Colonello hung over?
This is something I don't plan to explain in the story, so I might as well explain it here. I was sort of going for the implication that he'd drunk himself silly after snogging Lambo at the bridge because he was so confused and guilty, but to be honest, rereading it again I don't think even I would have figured that out.
Colonello's acting really jittery around Lambo, huh?
Colonello's a character that would have no problem screwing men his own age, but he's omega conflicted at the moment because Lambo's so young and he's technically his student. So he's just as (if not more confused) than Lambo about how things should proceed if they should at all, since he hates Lambo's guts but seems to lust after him at the same time.
Does Icy-Hot actually exist?
Yes it does. I was actually inspired to write this after I heard a story about a guy who used it the same way Lambo does and was actually sent to hospital. SO LIKE I SAID DON'T TRY IT AT HOME.
It kind of feels like Lambo's turned the tables on Colonello and Reborn.
Yeah and I wanted it to be super ironic in that he doesn't realise that he's accidentally seducing them. I guess this fic is sort of a sexual discovery not just for Lambo, but for Colonello and Reborn too. (Especially as the story progresses…)
WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN THAT HOT SEX IS COMING UP NEXT?
A full blown lemon is going to be a couple of chapters, girl. Colonello and Reborn are still freaking the fuck out over what just happened. They need time to cool their heads.
Are Reborn and Colonello competing for Lambo's sex/love/a relationship with him?
Neither of them are aware of each other's interest in our favourite cow, so not at the moment. If there is competition, it isn't going to be a huge dramatic angsty push and pull one. Neither Reborn, Colonello or Lambo are interested in having a steady a relationship. At the moment, Lambo wants to sleep with everyone.
Is this story planning to become straight L56 or RL, or is it going to be RL56?
Woot, time to bring out the codes. (if you're like me and struggled at first with the numbers/letters; R is Reborn, L is Lambo and 56 is colonello). I'm honestly leaning towards RL56, but we'll see.
Will there be a threesome between Reborn, Lambo and Colonello?
I'm considering it.
Have Reborn and Colonello ever had sex together?
They might do.
How did you come up with the idea for L56?
It's been floating around there for a while, maybe not as fan fiction, but definitely in doujinshi. If you want to read L56 doujinshi you should check out Roman Holiday and The Nightmare Before Christmas. Roman Holiday is actually what inspired me to write ahoshi!, so go blame Kanegae Showko for that. Gosh, and that insert attached to it? Hooly.
Why does Colonello look out for Lambo so much?
I would like to say that he does it because he luuurves Lambo, but that's not the case. Colonello is actually just a really nice guy who takes his job as a teacher seriously. He saw Lambo as this stupid arrogant kid for a while who needed looking after, but after the bridge incident, everything's been flipped on its head for him and maybe his reasons for looking out for Lambo are beginning to change.
Will 7 year old Lambo make an appearance?
Um, I hadn't actually thought about that at all but now that you mention it, 7 year old Lambo is very important to Lambo's character. (Doh. Stupid author.) AHAHAHA actually that would be brilliant, I could totally screw with Reborn and Colonello's heads.
This is pretty serious for erotica.
I read this in a review and laughed so hard. I totally didn't realise until I read this comment that ahoshi! is erotica. You'd think I would have figured that out, but it honestly just hit me. THIS IS SO BIZARRE BUT I LOVE IT AND I WILL EMBRACE THE EROTICA WORLD ARMED WITH A SHITTY LAPTOP AND GALLONS OF MILK WITH HONEY.
Is Reborn confiding in Leon?
I don't think Reborn ever actually talks to Leon and confides in him. Even in the anime, Leon just seems to instinctively know what Reborn wants or is feeling. Leon's just puts puzzle pieces together and is super in tune with Reborn- he's basically the only thing in the world that can read Reborn like a book.
Is Leon gay?
Well, that's something I never thought anyone would ask. I think that really would be pushing it, I love yaoi as much as the next person but I don't want to gaywash the entire series. Leon and Falco definitely interact later on, but not in a homoerotic way.
Is Leon the embodiment of Reborn's emotions?
This is a little difficult to answer. Leon loves Reborn to pieces, so if he feels anything is getting in the way of what he thinks is the best way forwards for Reborn (ie. A relationship with Lambo) he will fight tooth and nail for it (ie. Take every chance he can to attack Colonello). I guess Reborn's thoughts and feelings become clearer through Leon's interactions with Lambo and reactions to the action, but I never set out to have him externalise Reborn's emotions. I kind of feel that simply using him to embody Reborn's inner thoughts and feelings would make him a flatter character.
Why did Reborn seem angry when he thought Lambo and Colonello were sleeping together?
He wasn't so much jealous as he was angry that Colonello was taking advantage of Lambo. Reborn is actually secretly protective of Lambo because he does genuinely like the kid.
When are there going to be more sexy scenes for Reborn and Lambo?
Well, there's one here. (Yay.) Reborn's also going to start teaching Lambo in the next chapter, so that'll start up a lot more sexiness between them especially everything was sparked off here. I'm treating Reborn and Lambo's relationship very differently from Lambo's one with Colonello though, it's going to be a lot gentler and less BAMBAMBAM SEX SEX SEX if that makes any sense.
Why is Hibari the mist guardian? Isn't he the cloud guardian?
OH GOD THAT'S A TERRIBLE MISTAKE, Imma just go back and fix that up. Please point out my stupidities to me so I can fix them or just explain them away. I wish I was perfect but I'm not. Zachary Levi is.
What exactly was Hibari doing at Tiffany's?
Hibari went ahead to pay for the ring because Tsuna asked him to and to pass it onto couldn't have paid for the ring because he didn't have the funds and quite frankly, I wouldn't have trusted him with any amount of money. I initially wanted to go cracktastic and actually have Hibari work at Tiffany's because I think he'd suit the whole upper class snob atmosphere of the place, but realised that was pushing it so I changed it.
Is Lambo on drugs and radiating them out of your cow horns, or are you?
THERE ARE INSECTS UNDER MY SKIN GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT-
love selandora.
A note from your author who loves you: don't try what Lambo does at home. I can't pay for your hospital bills, I want to go on grad trip.
There's this terrible thing called 'delayed realisation'.
It's when you realise that something monumental has happened a stupidly long time after you really should have, and then you dearly wish you could drown yourself in your non-existent bathtub. I say non-existent because we don't have a bathtub, we only have a shower unit that looks like an execution chamber (which I suppose is close enough).
"Shit," I swore. "I forgot to ask Vongola how his proposal went."
Looking to my mum's bed opposite me for some form of advice or comfort, I was sorely disappointed. Fuuta's bed was neatly made and there wasn't a single trace of my mother anywhere, he must have decided to stay at the Vongola mansion to finish up some ranking again. Who was meant to console me with stupid and contrived Italian proverbs now?
"How am I meant to relax?" I muttered to myself anxiously. "Chi bene incomincia a è a metà dell'opera, what is well begun is only half done. What happened if Vongola chickened out and didn't propose to Kyoko in the end?"
The flush of the neighbour's toilet upstairs answered me.
I don't know why, but I'd kind of hoped for something more. Here I was, stupidly talking to myself in the dark and subjecting myself to humiliation-
"Quella destinata per te, nessuno la prenderà,no one will take the one destined for you," a muffled voice through the wall supplied.
I pressed my ear against the wall. "Mum? What are you doing in I-Pin's room?"
"It's me, bastard," I-Pin snapped through the thin wall plaster.
"I-Pin? Yare, yare, it sounds like your voice is finally breaking. I was worried mum would have to take you to the doctor and see if your balls were ever going to drop. Where is Fuuta anyways?"
"Probably doing some ranking up at the Vongola Mansion."
"He's always doing ranking up at the Vongola Mansion. Don't you ever wonder if he's not actually ranking? What if he's going out and picking up some hot bitches?"
"Are we talking about the same person?"
"By the way, your Italian pronunciation still sucks shit."
"I was trying to comfort you, asshole."
"Really? Then please continue."
"Dio li Fa, poi li Accopia, God makes them, then he mates them."
"Yeah, I guess Vongola and Kyoko are destined to be with each other. They're going to get married sooner or later."
"L'amore si trova nel tuo cuore non per resarci, ma per essere condiviso, love is in your heart, not to stay, but to be shared."
"…okay, that one didn't really make much sense to me in terms of the situation Tsuna and Kyoko are in."
"L'amore mantiene giovanni, the heart that loves is always young."
"I-Pin, are you just reading Italian love proverbs off the internet?"
"Maybe."
"You're a bitch."
I arrived at the training grounds before Colonello did.
It was weird; I kept wondering if he was going to jump out of a tree with his gun cocked. (Sexual innuendo not intended, because well. Yeah. Not intended.) He would probably be shirtless, as usual, since the man seemed to think that if he kept his shirt on for more than ten minutes then he would spontaneously combust. Who cared if it was six o' clock in the morning, he was a manly man and manly men stripped half-naked whenever they got the chance. Nobody wanted to see his gleaming, tanned, muscular, bronzen-
Although I was gearing myself for intense gloating as a result of his tardiness, I found the entire situation really strange. Colonello's life was ruled by his anal dedication to his work and I doubt even an army of sumo wrestlers could have kept him away from tutoring. Something must have been really wrong with him. Not that I particularly cared. (Because I didn't.)
Flipping out my shitty silver cell phone, I punched in his number and waited for him to pick up.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
I hung up. Then I tried again.
Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring. Ring-
"Hello?" a voice that had once been Colonello's answered finally. While his voice had once had a husky quality that some women would call sexy, it now sounded like someone had auto-tuned a car continuously running over a cat.
"Where are you?"
"Is this Lambo, kora?"
"Well, yeah. Who else would be calling you this stupidly early in the morning?"
"Right."
And then an incredibly awkward silence fell. I don't even know why it happened, but it was enough to make me want to down a bottle of bleach.
"…so are you coming today, or can I just go home?"
"I'm on my way. Just stay there, kora."
There was a dull click as he promptly hung up, leaving me to stare at my scratched phone monitor in disbelief. What the hell was wrong with him? Was he sick or something?
A few moments passed.
Then the wind began to whip about my face in painful lashes as a horrible ripping tore through the morning silence, punctuated by slow, deliberate beats. I tried to turn, but the wind was too strong and I blinked upwards through blurry eyes. It looked as though a massive white meteorite was hurtling towards the earth, and more specifically, me.
I began, "What the-"
I was smashed across the training grounds by what felt like the Titanic and my world swirled into watercolours. There was a ferocious and jarring animalistic screech that nearly destroyed my ear drums and miniature tornadoes began to buffet me backwards. I struggled to rise only to be forced back down again by foot long talons. Slitted icy eyes glared at me, the tip of a razor sharp beak glinting in the early sunlight.
I was about to be raped by a massive white bird.
"Okay look," I stuttered, "I'm not against interracial breeding but I have to draw the line at bestiality-"
The monster of a bird screeched.
"-okay, I'm open to the idea-"
"Falco," Colonello's low, fatigued voice filled the training ground, causing both me and the ridiculous bird to freeze.
Then the bird's beak lashed forwards, determined to gouge out my left eyeball. I screamed a manly scream and most certainly did not feel any desire to pee my pants.
When a blinding pain did not rip through my skull, I bravely opened one eyelid. I stared in horror as the bird pressed its forehead up against mine, its beady black eye sizing me up, and the stench of sweaty mutant overwhelmed my senses.
There was a soft thump as Colonello slid sluggishly from the monster's back and dragged himself over to the picnic table, sliding onto it in a jelly-like manner. He didn't even notice when his legendary Maximum Burst rifle slipped from his shoulder and fell to the grassy floor. The mammoth bird thing then suddenly straightened up and trotted towards Colonello, picking up his rifle in its beak like a fucking fetch toy, and it deposited it on the table before him.
I stared at Colonello in disbelief. "Aren't you at all worried that you're standing next to a genocide waiting to happen?"
"Falco? Falco's harmless, kora," Colonello said dismissively.
Falco raked his claws through the grassy ground, leaving painful foot deep gashes in the dirt. Then he gave me the evil eye.
"…most of the time," he added.
"You own that thing?" I blurted, louder than even I'd anticipated.
He winced and muttered, "Yes, kora. He normally just flies around above me, but he was insistent on coming with me today."
There were perfect black circles under his eyes that would make the manliest of pandas cry and his keen sapphire eyes were anything but. I raised an eyebrow in complete disbelief, and then it hit me.
"…are you hungover?" I questioned.
Colonello's eyes finally met mine for a split second and I saw an emotion dart out from the depths of his irises. It gripped me around my heart in a way that wasn't entirely unpleasant and I felt a dull warmth spread through my stomach as my mind drifted back to my near drowning. The feeling died immediately when Falco glared at me, like he knew exactly what I was thinking about.
Instead of answering my question, Colonello rose to his feet. "Run through your exercises, starting with the stretches I taught you last time."
Compared to the freakish attention he had previously lavished on me, when he would correct even the slightest mistake and make sure my arms were at forty five degree angles and not at fifty, he was stunningly indifferent today. It seemed like he was going out of his way not to look at me, or touch me, or even so much as acknowledge my existence. He just went off and patted his stupid bird.
And I was pissed. I'd actually bothered practicing the exercises and he wasn't even fucking interested. What the hell was I paying him for?
After half an hour like this, I'd had enough. I rounded on him, "Are you going to man up and get over your hangover, or should I just go home?"
Colonello's eyes met mine and he didn't react quite as quickly as he normally would. "What?"
I snapped irritably, "You're not doing anything. You're just sitting there and molesting your oversized pigeon. Are we at least going to spar today?"
"No," he said quickly. Too quickly. He seemed to realise his mistake, because he then took in a deep breath and said, "You're still limping, kora. If we push you too hard today, it might permanently damage your leg."
I could tell from the look on his face he knew that even I could have come up with a more believable excuse. My ankle was fine and had been for the past few days, I wasn't limping at all. He was really acting up, and while I hated it when he was organised and proper, he was a damn sight more frustrating when he was disorganised and pathetic like this.
"Put this on your ankle, kora," he told me, and a flat cylindrical tin soared towards me. I caught it and stared down at the lid in confusion. "Then you can go home."
"What is it?" I asked, eyeing it suspiciously.
"It'll help."
Silence fell between us. Well, if it meant I'd be able to leave this painfully awkward training session, I was more than willing to follow his demands. I cracked open the tin and the nostril numbing smell of menthol permeated the air, causing me to gag slightly. A goopy mixture the consistency of Vaseline glimmered in the early sunlight and I scooped some onto my fingertip.
With a sigh, I plopped myself down on the ground and crossed my legs so I could better access my ankle. I began to rub the strange salve into my skin and after a few moments, my ankle began to prickle with warmth and cool simultaneously. It was incredibly relaxing and I was half tempted to slather it all over my body and flop down on the grass for a nap.
I glanced down at the tin appreciatively. "What is this shit? It's brilliant."
"It's called Icy-Hot."
The heat began to climb the length of my leg, licking its way higher and higher as chilled fingertips ghosted over its path. "Oh, God."
I could feel Colonello's stare against my neck, burning, burning. He asked in a low voice that sent me back to riverside and his skin, wet skin. "What is it, kora?"
I gasped, "It feels so good. Shit, it feels amazing-"
And then I felt his fingers in my hair, each digit smoothing against my scalp and slowly curling the black tendrils around them. Then he pulled ever so slightly and the mixture of pleasure and pain set off little sparks in my veins, inciting a loud, almost comical gasp from me. Some part of me wanted to take it back because things were definitely getting out of hand, but then he pulled my hair again and I drowned my self-control in a river of lust.
I let him lead my head to the left and felt his warm breath on my Adams apple. I swallowed, waiting in anticipation for him to press his lips against my neck and draw masterpieces across it with his tongue, but he just kept his mouth that slightest fraction away from my skin. It took everything I had not to yank him down and snog the bejeesus out of him.
Then something slid against my neck, but it wasn't his tongue. They were his fingers and he was dragging them tantalizingly slowly over my skin. I could feel the hard calluses and the scalding freeze of the Icy-Hot in the practiced patterns he charted across my neck, I closed my eyes and my breaths came hard as I parted my mouth for air. My head fell backwards as my throat seared with heat, leading me to stare upwards into his dizzying overcast eyes.
And then he kissed me.
I reached a hand up instinctively as his tongue traced the back of my teeth, the top of my mouth, and I felt the rough beginnings of stubble drag across my fingertips. His hand fisted in my hair and he pulled ever so slightly, causing me to moan long and deep into him.
I felt his smirk against my lips, and then he pulled away. He noted, "I didn't think you'd be one for hair-pulling."
"I didn't think you'd be one for paedophilia," I retorted, without really thinking.
And if the sensual mood had been a metaphorical kitten, I had just picked it up and thrown it into a meat grinder.
He let go of me instantaneously. In the space of just a couple of seconds, he put universes of space between us.
"Yare, yare. I didn't mean that, you know. I mean, I don't mind," I blabbered.
"We should just forget any of this ever happened, kora," Colonello said.
"What? No! I'm still hard! That's probably one of the sexiest things that's ever happened to me," I blurted.
There was a long pause.
Then in a very strained voice, Colonello managed, "You- just go home."
An hour later outside Reborn's apartment, things weren't going so well.
Ring. Ring. Ring.
Click.
"Reborn?" - gasphissinhale - "Are you there?"
"What do you want, cow?"
"I think I- think I need help."
"Go ask someone else."
"Reborn, please. Reborn, I'm- I'm-"
I pressed my forehead against the icy cold metal of the code box, my mind pulsating painfully in time with my burning cock and ass. I was so hard it actually physically hurt me, but it felt like my dick had been sealed in a vacuum of hellfire while my ass was continually raped by a lightning bolt. I could barely keep myself upright and had to lean against the wall for support. Sweat had soaked through my clothes, my nipples were hard against the semi-transparent white fabric and my breaths came in laboured gasps, in and out.
My mind was spinning. My head lolled dangerously to the side, smashing my cheek into the code box and punching in a random series of numbers. I moaned hoarsely, "Help me."
There was silence on the other end. Reborn had hung up.
The only person who could potentially save me had deserted me. Colonello's stupid Icy Hot remedy was going to scorch my cock and ass to a cinder. I was going to die. I couldn't take it anymore, my knees gave way and my elbows knocked loudly against the cement. I didn't even feel the pain as the skin grated clean off my elbows, all I could think was oh god make it stop, make it stop make it stop make it stop-
"God," I moaned, my hand reaching down to rub against my crotch through the thin fabric. I jolted as a wave of pleasure and pain shot straight through my system, I spastically removed my hand. It felt as though I had been scalded.
Gritting my teeth, I reached down to try again. I didn't care that I was out in the open, slumped over on the floor in my archenemy's complex entrance and attempting to beat off. My life was on the line and I was so pained and horny, I could have been on the Spanish Steps at the height of tourist season and still done exactly the same thing. I trembled, squeezing my eyes shut as I torturously palmed my crotch in tiny circles, illegible noises escaping my tightly set jaw.
Then I was yanked up so quickly that I cried out, lashing forwards to steady myself. There were rough hands on my waist, hands that were so cool against my skin, hands that I wanted wrapped around me and in me.
"What the hell are you doing?" Reborn's velvet voice was sensual against my cheek- I was so out of it that I hardly picked up on the note of anger leaking through his usual composure.
I pressed back against him and his thigh accidentally brushed against my tight, puckered hole through my pants. Stars exploded into vision as my muscles instinctively clenched, pleasure temporarily overriding the pain. I couldn't hold back my voice and let out a loud moan, but then one of Reborn's hands, his rough gunman hands covered my mouth and the calluses pressed against my lips.
Without thinking twice, I swept my tongue over his palm. Reborn's grip on my waist tightened and I began to grind myself against his thigh, moaning into his hand as I sucked and licked at his fingers mindlessly. I wanted them in me, I wanted them pounding into my ass and wrapped around my cock, I wanted them covered in cold lube and then in cum, I wanted them-
Reborn cursed and pulled me into his apartment building.
He had to half drag me, half carry me towards the lift lobby. I hardly remembered what anything looked like, it didn't dawn on me that I had finally breached his evil lair after fruitless attempt after fruitless attempt. I couldn't even see straight anymore, the agony and the lust had overtaken all of my senses and all I could think and feel was Reborn, his body against my body, Reborn, his low voice in my ear, Reborn.
"Shit," I groaned, "God it hurts, it hurts and I'm so hard, Reborn."
"Cow, shut up," he ordered me.
What I didn't realise then was that one of his neighbours was standing awkwardly in the lift with us.
Reborn was propping me up against himself, his eyes pointedly avoiding those of the catholic school girl beside him. They were glued to the row of illuminated numbers above the lift doors, watching as we climbed higher and higher. His grip slackened on me slightly and I slid against his leg, the friction against my asshole was too much.
And I screamed.
He slammed his hand against my mouth so hard that my brain rattled. I continued screaming into his palm as he readjusted me and his neighbour's face whitened, her hands fisted tightly at her sides. Her fingers instinctively latched onto her metal crucifix, as though it would ward away the hormonal teenage homosexual beside her.
Some deity must have been listening to her desperate prayers, because the lift pinged open. Reborn all but threw me out of the open doors. I curled up into a ball as the cold floor came into contact with my hot dick and I bit into the flesh of my lip viciously to distract from the painful contrast. The doors shut again behind him and he stepped over me.
"Get up," he told me curtly.
I pressed my sweaty face into the cool floor. "Can't- can't move-"
My world lurched dangerously as I was swung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and I fisted the fabric of his jacket as my hard as marble dick was smashed against his collarbone. With every step he took, my entire body jolted against him.
Reborn demanded, "What did you do?"
"N-nothing."
"If you don't tell me what you did, I won't be able to help you. Do you want to continue suffering like this?"
"No!" I shouted immediately, fear spiking within me.
"Then tell me."
A key grated in a lock. We were entering Reborn's apartment.
My voice was ragged. "Colonello…Colonello…"
"Colonello did this to you?" he interrogated me sharply.
"No…no," I choked out, close to tears. "He gave me something, he gave me Icy Hot and I used lots of it to jerk off and finger myself and now my dick is going to fucking fall off and I'm going to die-"
My back came into contact with something soft, a mattress. I hardly knew where I was. I choked back a scream as my body was wracked with tremors, and then there were cold fingers at the base of my throat undoing the first of my shirt buttons. Reborn was undressing me and my hands reached up, whether to stop him or to help him I hardly knew, but he easily forced them away. I gasped greedily as chill air slapped me across my chest and then Reborn's fingers were at my fly, yanking my pants and boxers down.
The cloth dragged across my sensitive flesh. "Nnhgh!"
I tossed my head against the mattress wildly as my length sprung to attention. I thrust my hips upwards as the cold air swallowed it whole, but then Reborn pulled me to my feet and pulled me into the bathroom. I hardly remembered getting into the tub. My muscles tensed and then relaxed, tensed and then relaxed as the squeak of a faucet penetrated my dizzy state of euphoria.
Then an icy jet of water struck my cock.
I shouted in agony, flinching away from the water. It felt like someone was driving a thousand needles into my ass and my length at the same time, the torture was so intense that I began to feel nauseous. A dry sob escaped my throat as I tried to endure the pain, smashing myself against the side of the bathtub in a feeble attempt to escape the shower.
"Stop!" I yelled at Reborn, "Fuck, stop it, it fucking hurts you bastard!"
My eyes were watering now and I slammed the heels of my palms into my eyes to keep tears from leaking out. My body shook uncontrollably and I could taste the blood in my mouth as my teeth punctured my bottom lip.
I was lifted out of the bathtub, wet, naked, pained and horny as hell. His lips brushed against the edge of my eyebrow. He murmured my name, "Lambo."
Instinctively, my arms locked around his neck. He lowered me to the bed and as he tried to draw back from me, I yanked him down again. I grabbed his hands, his fingers with the calluses and the tough finger pads, and guided them downwards.
I closed his fingers around my cock. "Reborn, please."
There wasn't even a split second of hesitation.
I balled the bedsheets in my hands as his hand slide along my length, up and down, up and down, up and down. My vision was going and I was moaning helplessly as the pleasure lanced through me, building and building to my release.
I needed friction against the walls of my tight, searing hole, so I tried to slip my middle finger inside my ass. It was too tight though, I couldn't fit it past my first knuckle and I groaned in frustration. Reborn's thumb dragged against my cum slit and I shouted, bucking upwards at the tidal wave of ecstasy that overcame me, and he pulled my finger out of me.
Then, he was no longer touching me.
And to be honest, I did plead and beg and scream for him to come back like a slut, swearing at him to finish what he'd fucking started. I hardly heard the soft pop of a plastic cap, nor the squirt of gel as it was forced from its tube.
Reborn's lube-drenched finger began to enter me. It was so cold against my ass cheeks and I moaned, spreading myself for him so he could manoeuvre himself better. I glanced down dizzily, seeing the painfully pink tip of my cock, dripping with pre-come. I watched transfixed as his finger sank knuckle by knuckle into my ass, the slight pain dissipating into the back of my mind.
And then he was in.
"More," I groaned, "More, more fingers."
I kissed Reborn passionately as he pushed a second finger into me, stretching my ass around him. His free hand wrapped around my dick, beginning to pump in time to his deep thrusts. My tongue fucked Reborn's shamelessly as I rocked myself against him, moaning and gasping for breath.
I was getting close. It felt like someone had wound me up so tightly that at any minute, I was going to explode into ribbons of white cum. I tore my mouth away from his and he pressed his forehead against mine, my eyes slid shut as his warm breath stroked my cheeks.
"Reborn," I gasped against him, "I can't, I'm going to-"
And then I came. All over his hand.
Jacking off was nothing compared to this. Jacking off was like winning a school sports competition, a fully-fledged handjob from Reborn himself was like stealing the Olympic torch and getting away with it. I watched breathlessly as he sat up, his slender hand streaked with cum, and then I noticed the unmistakable bulge in his pants. And what a bulge it was.
Without warning, my cock sprang to attention.
Reborn didn't even look at me. "You're hard again?"
"Y-yeah. I don't think the Icy Hot's worn off yet," I struggled for words, mainly because there was a bulge in his pants.
"Go home and sort it out yourself, cow," Reborn ground out as he yanked a tissue from his bedside table stash and began cleaning his hand.
I made what may have been the boldest and the most idiotic decision of my seventeen years of age. I crawled over to sit beside Reborn on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped and dangling awkwardly between my knees.
I ventured nervously, "Do you want to - um - fuck me? I don't mind, you know."
The tissue in Reborn's hand tore loudly. A heavy silence fell. Neither of us moved.
(bulgebulgeBULGEBULGE)
Reborn's voice was strained. "Cow."
"Yeah?"
"Get out."
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"Let's talk about us, kora."
…
"I think Reborn broke me."
…
"Yamamoto isn't here, so just hurry up and ask me whatever you want to know."
"Er, I don't think that's such a good idea-"
"Say it."
"…how do two men have sex?"
You know the drill. If you drop me comments/questions in your reviews, I'll reply to them here. There are going to be a lot of questions this time because I've been gone for a while, so don't be hating if this ends up being longer than the chapter.
Where you been, bitch?
Um, I haven't actually been writing that much recently (as you may have noticed). I was swamped by all this shit, university applications, shows, school work so I didn't have much time to write. But you know what, it's all paid off because I MADE MY UNIVERSITY DECISIONS. YEAH.
What? You already chose your university?
Yes! I've accepted a conditional offer to the University of Warwick's English Literature and Creative Writing undergraduate degree programme, so if I get AAA for my A Levels and you happen to go to Warwick, LET'S TOTALLY PARTY YEAH. If I somehow mess that up and you go to Aberystwyth, THEN LET'S TOTALLY PARTY TOO YEAH.
Going back to this chapter- WHOA. SUDDEN SEXUAL OVERLOAD IN THIS CHAPTER.
Yeah. Everything just kind of exploded. Lambo and Colonello are just stupid sluts that can't keep it in their pants. Reborn's just been suppressing feelings for a while. Anyways, this chapter's a huge contrast to all the one's that have come before and is also one of the most sexual things I have published to date. I'm burning bridges, y'all. Pure innocent writing, BEGONE FOREVER.
Where the fuuu is Fuuta?
(Haha, see what I did there?) Fuuta's going to get his character depth soon. I actually like him a lot.
Why was Colonello hung over?
This is something I don't plan to explain in the story, so I might as well explain it here. I was sort of going for the implication that he'd drunk himself silly after snogging Lambo at the bridge because he was so confused and guilty, but to be honest, rereading it again I don't think even I would have figured that out.
Colonello's acting really jittery around Lambo, huh?
Colonello's a character that would have no problem screwing men his own age, but he's omega conflicted at the moment because Lambo's so young and he's technically his student. So he's just as (if not more confused) than Lambo about how things should proceed if they should at all, since he hates Lambo's guts but seems to lust after him at the same time.
Does Icy-Hot actually exist?
Yes it does. I was actually inspired to write this after I heard a story about a guy who used it the same way Lambo does and was actually sent to hospital. SO LIKE I SAID DON'T TRY IT AT HOME.
It kind of feels like Lambo's turned the tables on Colonello and Reborn.
Yeah and I wanted it to be super ironic in that he doesn't realise that he's accidentally seducing them. I guess this fic is sort of a sexual discovery not just for Lambo, but for Colonello and Reborn too. (Especially as the story progresses…)
WAIT. DOES THIS MEAN THAT HOT SEX IS COMING UP NEXT?
A full blown lemon is going to be a couple of chapters, girl. Colonello and Reborn are still freaking the fuck out over what just happened. They need time to cool their heads.
Are Reborn and Colonello competing for Lambo's sex/love/a relationship with him?
Neither of them are aware of each other's interest in our favourite cow, so not at the moment. If there is competition, it isn't going to be a huge dramatic angsty push and pull one. Neither Reborn, Colonello or Lambo are interested in having a steady a relationship. At the moment, Lambo wants to sleep with everyone.
Is this story planning to become straight L56 or RL, or is it going to be RL56?
Woot, time to bring out the codes. (if you're like me and struggled at first with the numbers/letters; R is Reborn, L is Lambo and 56 is colonello). I'm honestly leaning towards RL56, but we'll see.
Will there be a threesome between Reborn, Lambo and Colonello?
I'm considering it.
Have Reborn and Colonello ever had sex together?
They might do.
How did you come up with the idea for L56?
It's been floating around there for a while, maybe not as fan fiction, but definitely in doujinshi. If you want to read L56 doujinshi you should check out Roman Holiday and The Nightmare Before Christmas. Roman Holiday is actually what inspired me to write ahoshi!, so go blame Kanegae Showko for that. Gosh, and that insert attached to it? Hooly.
Why does Colonello look out for Lambo so much?
I would like to say that he does it because he luuurves Lambo, but that's not the case. Colonello is actually just a really nice guy who takes his job as a teacher seriously. He saw Lambo as this stupid arrogant kid for a while who needed looking after, but after the bridge incident, everything's been flipped on its head for him and maybe his reasons for looking out for Lambo are beginning to change.
Will 7 year old Lambo make an appearance?
Um, I hadn't actually thought about that at all but now that you mention it, 7 year old Lambo is very important to Lambo's character. (Doh. Stupid author.) AHAHAHA actually that would be brilliant, I could totally screw with Reborn and Colonello's heads.
This is pretty serious for erotica.
I read this in a review and laughed so hard. I totally didn't realise until I read this comment that ahoshi! is erotica. You'd think I would have figured that out, but it honestly just hit me. THIS IS SO BIZARRE BUT I LOVE IT AND I WILL EMBRACE THE EROTICA WORLD ARMED WITH A SHITTY LAPTOP AND GALLONS OF MILK WITH HONEY.
Is Reborn confiding in Leon?
I don't think Reborn ever actually talks to Leon and confides in him. Even in the anime, Leon just seems to instinctively know what Reborn wants or is feeling. Leon's just puts puzzle pieces together and is super in tune with Reborn- he's basically the only thing in the world that can read Reborn like a book.
Is Leon gay?
Well, that's something I never thought anyone would ask. I think that really would be pushing it, I love yaoi as much as the next person but I don't want to gaywash the entire series. Leon and Falco definitely interact later on, but not in a homoerotic way.
Is Leon the embodiment of Reborn's emotions?
This is a little difficult to answer. Leon loves Reborn to pieces, so if he feels anything is getting in the way of what he thinks is the best way forwards for Reborn (ie. A relationship with Lambo) he will fight tooth and nail for it (ie. Take every chance he can to attack Colonello). I guess Reborn's thoughts and feelings become clearer through Leon's interactions with Lambo and reactions to the action, but I never set out to have him externalise Reborn's emotions. I kind of feel that simply using him to embody Reborn's inner thoughts and feelings would make him a flatter character.
Why did Reborn seem angry when he thought Lambo and Colonello were sleeping together?
He wasn't so much jealous as he was angry that Colonello was taking advantage of Lambo. Reborn is actually secretly protective of Lambo because he does genuinely like the kid.
When are there going to be more sexy scenes for Reborn and Lambo?
Well, there's one here. (Yay.) Reborn's also going to start teaching Lambo in the next chapter, so that'll start up a lot more sexiness between them especially everything was sparked off here. I'm treating Reborn and Lambo's relationship very differently from Lambo's one with Colonello though, it's going to be a lot gentler and less BAMBAMBAM SEX SEX SEX if that makes any sense.
Why is Hibari the mist guardian? Isn't he the cloud guardian?
OH GOD THAT'S A TERRIBLE MISTAKE, Imma just go back and fix that up. Please point out my stupidities to me so I can fix them or just explain them away. I wish I was perfect but I'm not. Zachary Levi is.
What exactly was Hibari doing at Tiffany's?
Hibari went ahead to pay for the ring because Tsuna asked him to and to pass it onto couldn't have paid for the ring because he didn't have the funds and quite frankly, I wouldn't have trusted him with any amount of money. I initially wanted to go cracktastic and actually have Hibari work at Tiffany's because I think he'd suit the whole upper class snob atmosphere of the place, but realised that was pushing it so I changed it.
Is Lambo on drugs and radiating them out of your cow horns, or are you?
THERE ARE INSECTS UNDER MY SKIN GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT GET THEM OUT-
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