[hitman reborn]: dino/hibari: "symphony"
Title: Symphony
Rating: light R
Pairing: D18
Warnings: Well, slash obviously, and biting. Yowch.
Summary: "Tell me what you want."
They’ve been away for a few days or so, Dino wasn’t really sure. It’s been a blur of pain and sun, mountain air in Dino’s lungs and trodden grass beneath his feet. He has more new scars and has gone through more rolls of bandages than he can count. He doesn’t complain though, because what’s the point, and the boy’s probably hurting just as much, if not more.
“All right there, Kyoya?” Dino tries in vain to keep the laughter out of his voice. It’s not amusing, he tells himself, not at all. There’s blood, and the boy is bleeding and there are the rings to talk about, and it is all a very serious matter. But he grins anyway, because for some reason, he is inexplicably happy today.
“Shut up,” the boy by the stream seethes. “ Or I’ll-”
“I know, I know. Here, let me help you with-”
He gets a tonfa to the face for his efforts, so he settles for standing at a distance and watching as Hibari bandages his own arm, grim and methodical. Hibird chirps somewhere nearby and another bird answers its call.
It’s really a nice afternoon, Dino thinks as the wind blows through his hair. He stares at the back of Hibari’s head and imagines them on a checkered blanket with a wicker basket, feeding each other sandwiches, and Dino being charming and Hibari being civil for once or at least not glaring at him and-
“Are you hungry, Kyoya?” he ventures hopefully, and he can’t stop laughing, though he knows that it probably worsens his chances for avoiding further injury.
“I’ll eat after I’ve-”
“Bitten me to death.” Dino shoves his hands into his pockets and smiles easily. “Are you sure we can’t discuss things like reasonable adults over some coffee and-”
“No,” Hibari says as he stands. He turns to Dino, twirling his tonfas, a truly menacing smile on his lips. “Are you ready to die now?”
At least he’s enjoying himself, Dino thinks as he falls into his battle stance. One, two, and they launch into motion again. They clash and spill more blood and Dino doesn’t stop laughing. An hour later, one of Hibari’s fingers is broken and Dino limps a little when he walks.
“So,” Dino manages between gasps of air, still grinning, “am I dead yet? Are you hungry now?”
Hibari shakes his hair out of his eyes and spits blood. His voice is raspy when he says, “I don’t drink coffee.”
So Dino calls for tea instead.
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Hibari sleeps a lot. He would sleep decidedly less, Dino knows, if there were anyone brave enough to wake him up on time. But there isn’t anyone brave enough, and even if there were, Dino considers it his duty to save an innocent life.
So they let him sleep and sleep and sleep, and Dino sits by him on the ground, tired and sore, Hibird on his shoulder, watching the sun disappear. He yawns.
He smiles when Hibari wakes, and smiles wider still when Hibari glares back at him.
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They’ve set up a table and chairs in the middle of some field. Hibari finds it only vaguely absurd.
“Do you like sweets?”
“No.”
“I think you’re lying.” Dino hands him a plate of the most decadent dessert Hibari has ever seen. “Here, it’s chocolate panna cotta with raspberries and whipped cream.”
There is something decidedly un-Japanese about the way Dino says “panna cotta,” a sort of lilt in his voice perhaps, and Hibari looks at Dino, really looks at him, for the first time.
But he doesn’t take the plate. “I don’t want it.”
“Come on, give it a try, Kyoya. It’s good.” Dino leans over the table, prodding Hibari’s mouth with a spoon. “I promise.”
He allows two beats to pass before he kicks Dino’s shins under the table, watches impassively as Dino falls out of his chair with a yelp.
Hibari makes a humming sound and picks up the spoon. “You’re right,” he says, spoon in his mouth. “It is good.”
Dino smiles weakly at him.
--------
It’s strange, when they fight, because everything gets turned on its head. Dino fighting to keep Hibari at bay while Hibari is trying his damnedest to get close enough to touch, to break.
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This Cavallone creature, Hibari thinks, this very tall, very blonde, very foreign creature is very peculiar indeed.
For one thing, he is alternatively a complete klutz and a fearsome opponent (though Hibari would cut out his own tongue before he admits this).
For another, he’s always too happy to see Hibari. (No one’s ever been happy to see Hibari before.) And he calls him Kyoya. He calls him Kyoya with the sort of casualness that is usually born from years of intimate friendship.
Intimate and friendship are probably the wrong words to use when it comes to Hibari.
But that is how things are, and it really is very peculiar.
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It’s been a week now, at least. Romario had said so, when Dino asked.
Hibari still doesn’t listen to him and still tries to kill him, but. But there has been progress. There has definitely been progress because when Dino puts his whip aside and reaches out with hands that tremble so obviously, Hibari doesn’t move away, doesn’t try to break his arms. Instead he just stares as Dino touches his face, his hair, traces the sharp line of his jaw.
“Can I?”
“I bite,” Hibari warns, and looks up at him, calm and composed and so young, and what is Dino supposed to do?
“How old are you?” Dino asks, because Dino really doesn’t know and he’s nervous and maybe a little dizzy.
“Old enough,” Hibari says, though he’s probably not - most definitely not - but the smile that he gives Dino is wicked enough, and his eyes dark enough, so Dino leans down and kisses him.
Hibari doesn’t try to shove a tonfa down his throat, surprisingly.
When they part, Dino clutches Hibari to him, partly to feel, and partly so he doesn’t have to see the expression on Hibari’s face. “Oh, good,” Dino breathes over the top of Hibari’s head, hands grasping at him, holding him close, closer. “Because if - I wasn’t - well.”
The boy is unmoving in his arms, and Dino’s heart drums against his chest as he kisses him again, eyes closed, and Dino forgets to breathe entirely.
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Hibari finds Dino a few hours later, pushes him against a bamboo thicket, and sinks his teeth into Dino’s neck (he has to stand on his tiptoes to do this).
“There,” he says, licking blood from his lips. “Told you I bite.”
Then he walks away, leaving Dino completely dumbfounded, and maybe a little turned on, but ouch.
--------
When Hibari finally lets him talk, the fight for the rings is already well underway.
He doesn’t even get to the part about the rings, though, because when Hibari hears about how his Namimori is being defiled, Dino’s almost positive that he’s going to die.
Because Hibari has never been angry like this before. Dino doesn’t even have a chance to pull out his weapon as Hibari flies at him with unprecedented speed and ferocity. Tonfas connect with his forearms, and it’s all Dino can do to keep from crying out.
Dino grits his teeth. “Kyoya-”
“Shut up.” Hibari releases the spikes on his tonfas, vicious, and Dino winces as they dig deep into his flesh. “I’m going to kill you and then I’m going to-” He throws Dino to the ground and Dino rolls away, whip in his hand, blood flowing freely from his arms.
“Listen-”
But Hibari doesn’t, will probably never listen again, and becomes a whirlwind of fury and metal and teeth.
By the time Dino finally manages to subdue him, finally manages to knock his tonfas away, and to tie his clenched fists behind his back, there are teeth marks littered all over Dino’s skin and he feels about torn to pieces.
“Now,” Dino chokes, making sure that his whip is pulled taut. “Now will you listen?”
He sits down on the ground across from Hibari, reaches out to touch his cheek, to soothe, and Hibari bites down on his fingers, feral.
Dino bears it for a moment, bears it long enough to say, “I’m sorry,” before he hits him on the back of the head, watches as Hibari’s jaws go slack and Hibari falls towards him.
Dino catches him and breathes again.
--------
Hibari wakes up around two in the afternoon in a hotel room and aches all over. He stumbles out of bed, holding on to the nightstand for support. He’s in his pajamas, he realizes, and thinks it must’ve been Dino, but he doesn’t let his thoughts wander any further than that.
He runs a hot bath, gingerly takes his clothes off, unwraps the dressings around his torso and arms, and sinks in, slow. He doesn’t make a sound, even though it burns and he’s too sore to really move, and ah-
He leans back, eyes closed. There is steam everywhere, and it feels serene, unreal. He’s almost lulled to sleep again, but then there is the sound of the door opening, followed by an unnecessary, “Hey.” He doesn’t move.
“It’s me.” Dino drops down on the floor next to the bathtub. “Are you okay?”
Hibari does not so much as glance at him, so Dino touches his head, curls Hibari’s hair around his bandaged fingers, and this time, Hibari lets him.
“Kyoya,” Dino calls softly. “Tell me what you want.”
The boy - because he still is just a boy, despite his bark and his bite and his eyes - doesn’t say a word, and Dino sits there, drops his hand to trail in the bathwater.
“What is Namimori to you?”
But Hibari is silent and closed off, eyes shut and lips sealed, and Dino kisses him anyway, and they are silent together, though Dino isn’t quite brave enough to take Hibari’s hand.
After a while, Dino asks, “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” He smiles a forced smile that Hibari does not see. “Since we’re actually near civilization again, we should eat out. Actually, Romario says there’s a place nearby with really good gelato, though that’s not really a meal, I guess.” Gelato. There it is again, Hibari notes, the change in Dino’s voice, and it’s strange. “Well, we’ll figure something out. Come find me when you’re ready, okay?”
Dino gets up to leave, his hand dripping and sleeve soaked to the elbow. He’s halfway out the door when he hears, “Dino Cavallone.”
And he turns around, heart in his throat, terrified and hopeful all at once, but mostly terrified. “Yes?”
Hibari doesn’t look at him, doesn’t look at anything, his head reclined, but at last he says, “Home.”
Dino’s heart starts up again, fast, and he feels lightheaded, happy.
So they fly back to Namimori, a little ahead of schedule, and Dino gets them gelato to eat on the plane, and Hibari sleeps with Dino’s jacket draped over him.
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When Tsuna wins the Sky battle and Xanxus finally goes down, Hibari is cut up and faint from blood loss. His leg screams in pain when he tries to walk and he tends to teeter precariously every time he takes a step. He snaps at Dino when he gets too close, glares at everyone and tells them to get the fuck out of his school, and trips his way home.
He’s aware that Dino’s sent Romario to follow him, though.
He allows it.
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After the fight for the rings, Dino goes back to Italy and Hibari stays in Japan and Namimori.
Dino calls sometimes, to say hello, and on occasion, Hibari answers, because when he doesn’t, Dino leaves long, irritating messages that Hibari always listens to.
“How’s school, Kyoya?”
“What do you want?”
“Just checking up on-”
“Why?”
“Can’t I call to see how my student’s doing?”
“I’m not your student.”
“Well, it sounds like you’re doing fine. That’s good.”
“Don’t you have work to do? Or are you slacking off? You seem like the type to. I expected as much.”
“H-hey! You don’t have to attack me on the phone too. Besides, I always have time for-”
Hibari hangs up before he can hear the rest.
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Dino’s kisses are different when he comes to visit. They’re longer and definitely wetter, and Hibari doesn’t know what to make of it. But Dino’s hands still feel the same on his waist, and Dino still smells like Dino, and Dino’s smile still makes Hibari want to rip him apart.
But the kisses, and Dino’s tongue sliding into his mouth, and Dino’s eyelashes tickling his skin-
Of course, Hibari insists that they fight before Dino can even come within five feet of him, and so they do, because Hibari won’t take no for an answer.
Dino fights hard, when he’s motivated enough.
Only when Hibari’s bruised up, cut up, sated on blood (his or Dino’s, it doesn’t seem to matter) does he let Dino have what he wants, and he watches, amused, as Dino stumbles close.
“Why do you always look so nervous?” he drawls when Dino’s backed him up against a wall.
“Shouldn’t I be?” Dino murmurs, eyes fixed on Hibari’s mouth. “Aren’t you dangerous?”
Hibari doesn’t deny it, but he doesn’t bite when Dino kisses him.
“Here,” Dino says. “This is what you do.”
He takes Hibari’s wrists in his hands and wraps Hibari’s arms around his neck.
“There. Isn’t that better?” Dino smiles down at him, his face scuffed and scratched from their spar.
Hibari glares at him lazily, hands clasped loosely behind Dino’s neck. “I should kill you for that.”
“Oh, please don’t,” Dino implores, though there isn’t much conviction in his voice.
He’s preoccupied with more indulgent matters, and Hibari doesn’t mind too much.
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Some nights later, when Dino tries to take off Hibari’s pants, he gets punched in the face.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“What,” Hibari demands, voice flat, “are you doing?”
Dino presses him into the mattress, says, “What do you think?” and kisses him deep, hands roaming lower again.
He’s not sure how it happened, but suddenly, he’s on his back and Hibari’s the one straddling him.
“Bucking Horse Dino, huh?” Hibari’s eyes are hooded, but at least he doesn’t look too mad. “Hmm.”
And Dino is happy, ecstatically so, to hear his name again that it doesn’t matter what position he’s in. This really isn’t anything to complain about, anyway. He pulls Hibari down to him.
“Yes,” he murmurs against Hibari’s mouth. “But just Dino is okay.”
Hibari bites him, which is to be expected, but it’s not hard, or not as hard, and Dino grins and cups his face and kisses him. “Tell me what you want,” and his voice is low, a whisper, sincere.
Hibari doesn’t bite him again, but he stares, stares at Dino’s lips, swollen where he’s left his mark, and he doesn’t say anything.
Dino’s smile is radiant when he runs his hands through Hibari’s hair, and Hibari grimaces at him. “Here. Don’t tear my throat out, okay?”
And before Hibari has the chance to answer or to do just that, Dino’s slipped a hand down Hibari’s pants and-
Hibari’s hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets next to Dino’s head, and he makes a strange sort of “mmph” as he pitches forward.
This, Hibari thinks, mind racing, is not acceptable. It’s not, and he really shouldn’t - shouldn’t - his tonfas, he needs his-
But Dino’s breath is hot against his ear, and Dino’s hand is touching him, stroking him, and he claws at the sheets, it’s too warm, and he can feel Dino’s heart hammering, and Dino’s hand, and he spreads his legs a little wider, and it feels-
“Ah,” Dino sighs. “Kyoya.”
Hibari snarls into the pillow then, eyes narrowed, remembering himself, and he sinks his teeth into Dino’s shoulder.
Dino swears in Italian. “What-”
And Hibari bites down harder, through the fabric of Dino’s shirt, and he feels Dino’s fingertips just brushing the back of his head, Dino’s body tense. He releases only when Dino suddenly arches his back off the bed, when Dino says, “aaah” with his mouth open wide.
When Dino gingerly turns his head to look at him, he smirks, incorrigible albeit a little breathless, and very, very flushed.
“You little devil,” Dino admonishes, though only half-heartedly because Hibari’s cheeks are pink and one of Hibari’s hands is still fisted in Dino’s shirt. Dino tries to touch his face, then thinks better of it. “Fine. Look, how’s-” Dino breaks off, kisses him quick enough to avoid the snap of teeth, and he’s so patient, why is he so patient, positions Hibari’s hips just so before pulling Hibari flush against him.
It takes all of Hibari’s efforts to stifle a groan enough so that it comes out as an “nnk.”
“There,” Dino rasps. “Good?”
“No,” Hibari growls against Dino’s neck, even though it is, it’s so - and he can’t help but rub against Dino, and rub harder when Dino shifts beneath him.
“Here - here, move with me, Kyoya,” and they establish a sort of rhythm, wild and erratic, their hips grinding and their breaths coming swift and shallow. “Like this, like this, just-” And Dino’s muttering in Italian, low and frantic, and, “Kyoya,” and, “oh,” and “oh.”
“Oh,” Hibari says when he unravels at last, muffled and shocked, because there’s not much else but Dino to cling to and Dino to rock against and Dino to - Dino to-
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When Dino murmurs, “Kyoya,” soft as anything into the pillow, Hibari wakes up. His first instinct is to maim, but their legs are tangled, and Dino’s arms are encircling him, and when he tries to move, Dino holds him tighter.
So he slams his head into Dino’s chest, relishes in the “oomph!” that comes from above him.
Dino coughs, says blearily, “Kyoya?” and Hibari replies, “I’m hungry.”
--------
It takes Hibari close to forever (almost a year, Dino sighs forlornly) to realize that what he wants is for Dino to fuck him.
The realization comes to him only when, by chance, he hears Dino say the word, “sinfonia.”
It was rather anti-climactic, as far as epiphanies go, and certainly unexplainable, but nevertheless, he isn’t quite so keen on dismembering Dino anymore.
“Hey, you.”
Dino looks up, around, then points to himself. “Me?”
Hibari stares at him, expressionless.
“Don’t call me ‘hey, you,’ Kyoya,” Dino pouts. “Is it so hard to-”
Whatever Dino’s about to say turns to “nnnngh” as Hibari pulls him down by the collar and-
Well.
“Oh fuck, finally,” Dino whines, pressing their foreheads together.
He expects Dino to know where to go from here.
--------
Dino thinks it’s cute when Hibari blushes. He keeps it to himself, of course, but it’s really very, very adorable, he reflects, when Hibari’s cheeks are so delicately flushed and still his eyes glare and his jaw is clenched so tight it might shatter.
“Kyoya,” he laughs. “Kyoya, Kyoya, Kyoya.”
Dino’s sure that Hibari would gouge his eyes out, if only Hibari’s hands weren’t clutching, white-knuckled, at Dino’s shirt.
“Kyoya.”
“Shut up.”
So Dino hums instead, blithely, irritatingly, and continues to move like so, in, out, in again, and Hibari would bite him, would slay him, but he’s turned his head to the side, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to even out his breathing, trying not to-
He’s lost this one, he knows.
--------
The letter he is most familiar with in the western alphabet is the letter “C.”
“It stands for Cavallone,” Dino tells him, cheerily.
“I know that,” he snaps, annoyed that he had been caught staring at Dino’s tattoos again.
Dino kisses his cheek and Hibari raises his tonfa.
“How do you say, ‘I’ll bite you to death’ in Italian?”
“Uh-”
--------
Years pass, and mafia is not a pretty business.
Hibari takes to asking, when he drops by Dino’s study, “Are you old enough for this?”
And Dino knows, the truth is, neither of them is.
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It was an ambush.
He really should have paid more attention - or paid any attention at all - when they were briefing him about the job. But he hadn’t, and he had walked right into it. He’s supposed to-
He’s late.
There were a lot of them. They were expecting more than just him, or maybe they were only expecting him, but it didn’t matter. He had taken care of them anyway.
Now there is blood everywhere. He smells it, tastes it, feels it crusting on his skin, caking his clothes. The chandelier is in pieces on the floor, glass shards littered about, some imbedded in his skin. There are bodies too, strewn across the room, slumped against the walls, crumpled on the grand, curving staircase.
But mostly, there is blood.
He had lost a tonfa - rammed it into someone’s eye socket - and he lets the other one drop from his hand. He blinks once, twice; blood is getting into his eyes. His shirt is soaked through in blotches, and red drips from one limp arm.
That fucking idiot, Sawada Tsunayoshi, whose brilliant idea it was to get rid of the fucking Vongola rings.
Hibari sways.
He needs to - needs to-
He is supposed to have been at the rendezvous point an hour ago. (He had laughed when Dino had said “rendezvous.” It had sounded so ridiculous, Dino’s mock French accent. And Dino had looked ridiculous too, the way he had grinned at Hibari, surprised and pleased.) His vision blurs for a moment.
He’s about to make the monumental effort to reach into his pocket for his phone, but remembers that it’s gone, lost some time during the scuffle (it was a scuffle, not even a fight, not even-). He glances around the room, stumbles over to the reception desk. He is careful not to slip in the puddles of gleaming red.
It takes him four tries to hit the right numbers (he keeps missing the six), and when he finally gets through, the ringing is too loud and it makes him wince.
“Che?” demands the voice on the other line. It is breathless, on the edge of panic. “Who is this?” it says in Italian.
He closes his eyes to make the room stop spinning.
“Where is he?” the voice continues, sounding clipped and furious. “You fucking bastards, if you’ve - I swear I’ll come after you myself if-”
“Dino,” Hibari says with utmost calm.
There is a sharp intake of breath on the other end before Dino says, in Japanese, “Stay where you are. Don’t move, don’t do anything, we’re coming. I’m-”
The phone slips from his fingers as he hits the ground.
--------
Hibari doesn’t wake up for a long time.
For every day that Hibari sleeps, Dino goes after another member of the Valerio family. True to his word, he goes after them himself, personally delivers the final blow, flings the body away from him after they’ve stop kicking.
By the time Hibari finally stirs, the Valerio are in ruins, their numbers hopelessly cut like ribbons.
“Did you kill the children?” Hibari asks, and there is something merciless in his tone.
“No,” Dino says with weary eyes.
“Are you as stupid as you look?” Hibari doesn’t try to sit up, angry as he is. He already knows he won’t be able to manage it. “They’re going to grow up hating you, waiting for their revenge - they’ll have years to plan, and then they’re going to come for you because you were too much of an idiot to get rid of them while you still could.”
“I don’t care. I’ll deal with it when they do.”
“If you’re going to do something, do it properly or not at all.” Hibari stares at him hard, and Dino stares back.
“Are you-”
“You’re an idiot.”
Dino frowns. “I know. I know, but I-”
“An idiot,” Hibari states with finality. He closes his eyes and turns his back to Dino.
Dino watches Hibari pretend to ignore him, understands, and smiles.
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Hibari flies back to Japan as soon as he can walk without Dino’s help.
Dino’s reluctant to let him go, but doesn’t try to stop him. Instead, he says, “Promise you’ll call me when you get back.”
Hibari doesn’t look at him, but he nods, just barely, which is more than anything Dino’s gotten before. He sends Hibari off with a wave and a kiss that earns him a knee to the stomach.
So when the plane touches down in Japan, Hibari flips his phone open (it’s a new one; Dino had the latest model imported from Tokyo) and dials the right numbers. It only takes him one try this time, though he’s a little clumsy with fingers that still ache.
He motions for Kusakabe to take his luggage, listening to the phone ring once, twice-
“Pront?” Dino says when he picks up, then, “Kyoya?”
“Yes,” he starts, stops.
“Ah. How was your flight?”
He had flown in alone on the Cavallone family’s private jet, had nibbled on a truly world-class meal, and had slept better than he had in weeks.
“Fine.”
He can hear Dino’s smile when he says, “Good to hear. Is Tetsuya there?”
“Yes.”
“All right, then. Everything sounds in order. Give Tsuna my regards, will you?”
“Yes.”
“Hopefully I’ll see you again soon. Take care of yourself, okay?”
Hibari nods, even though Dino can’t see him.
“And eat more - please? You’re too thin.”
He nods again.
“Be careful not to strain yourself too much. Your injuries-”
“How long are you going to keep on like this?”
“Ah, sorry.” A pause. “Well - well, take care.”
Hibari snaps the phone shut, stares at the name “Dino Cavallone” blinking on the small screen, then glides off to meet Kusakabe.
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“Stop it,” Hibari rages beneath him. “Why are you always so-”
“Amazing?” And he gives Hibari what he can only imagine to be his most endearing grin ever.
The reply is thrown at him vehemently. “No.”
He laughs. “Love me, Kyoya?”
“No,” Hibari seethes. “Shut up.”
“Well, I lo-”
“Shut. Up.” Hibari looks positively homicidal. “I will-”
Dino swallows the rest of Hibari’s words, and he kisses even deeper when Hibari moans into his mouth.
“Don’t be so stubborn, Kyoya,” he whispers against Hibari’s jaw. “Tell me what you want.”
Hibari’s fingers twist in the sheets.
He closes his eyes, places his hand over Hibari’s.
“Is it me?”
--------
They see each other when they can, which isn’t very often, but Dino takes comfort in the fact that at least Hibari doesn’t insist on beating him to a bloody pulp anymore.
And Hibari wonders, when Dino’s smile doesn’t make him feel murderous anymore, what the fuck is happening?
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Hibari wakes in the middle of the night when Dino moves against him. It’s warm, he thinks, staring up at the ceiling, warm and com-
He shoves Dino away with all his strength, listens for the dull thud over the side of the bed. When Dino’s head reappears, all tousled blonde hair and sleepy eyes, Hibari moves to perch stiffly on the edge of the mattress, and doesn’t look at him.
“Kyoya,” Dino says, a little alarmed, voice thick with sleep, and he’s always calling his name, always calling his fucking name.
“Don’t touch me,” he snaps when Dino’s fingers brush his shoulder. “I’ll kill you. I will. I should.”
Dino falls back on the bed, traces circles on the sheets, and watches him. He knows better than to ask questions after dark, so he lays there, eyes trained on Hibari’s back, patient.
Hibari’s body is tense, Dino can tell it in the way his head angles just so, the way his elbows are close to his sides.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Hibari finally says, in a rush, “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I-”
And Dino knows exactly what he’s talking about, has suspected it for some time.
“Then leave it to me. Trust me, Kyoya.” He places a hand on Hibari’s waist, and when Hibari doesn’t move, he wraps his arms around him, presses close.
“I can’t-” But he’s already relaxing against Dino.
“You can. Why won’t you?”
“Don’t - I don’t need you, I don’t need you.” He breaks away abruptly and moves to stand by the wall. Hibird chirps softly from the nightstand.
“Of course you don’t need me, Kyoya, but you-”
“But I what? What?” He’s shaking, and oh fuck fuck fuck.
Dino stands too, and he walks over to Hibari with perfect grace. “But I want you around. Okay? Won’t you indulge me?” He leans in. “If anything,” he teases, “stick around for the sex. Per favore?”
Hibari’s gaze is intense, but he’s not angry. “I don’t know what-”
“Just - leave it to me. Tell me what you want, Kyoya.”
Hibari doesn’t have an answer, why doesn’t he have a fucking answer? It’s-
“Kyoya?”
It takes Hibari a long time to choose his words. “Fuck,” he says at last, eyes closed. “Dino,” he grinds out.
And Dino laughs and holds him.
“We’re so messed up.”
And they are, all of them, they’re too bloodthirsty, too out of control, too much everyone else’s, too young, kids playing with guns and lives.
Hibari shrugs in agreement, and Dino smiles.
“Hey. Back to bed, brat.”
Hibari lets that go.
Though just this once.
Rating: light R
Pairing: D18
Warnings: Well, slash obviously, and biting. Yowch.
Summary: "Tell me what you want."
They’ve been away for a few days or so, Dino wasn’t really sure. It’s been a blur of pain and sun, mountain air in Dino’s lungs and trodden grass beneath his feet. He has more new scars and has gone through more rolls of bandages than he can count. He doesn’t complain though, because what’s the point, and the boy’s probably hurting just as much, if not more.
“All right there, Kyoya?” Dino tries in vain to keep the laughter out of his voice. It’s not amusing, he tells himself, not at all. There’s blood, and the boy is bleeding and there are the rings to talk about, and it is all a very serious matter. But he grins anyway, because for some reason, he is inexplicably happy today.
“Shut up,” the boy by the stream seethes. “ Or I’ll-”
“I know, I know. Here, let me help you with-”
He gets a tonfa to the face for his efforts, so he settles for standing at a distance and watching as Hibari bandages his own arm, grim and methodical. Hibird chirps somewhere nearby and another bird answers its call.
It’s really a nice afternoon, Dino thinks as the wind blows through his hair. He stares at the back of Hibari’s head and imagines them on a checkered blanket with a wicker basket, feeding each other sandwiches, and Dino being charming and Hibari being civil for once or at least not glaring at him and-
“Are you hungry, Kyoya?” he ventures hopefully, and he can’t stop laughing, though he knows that it probably worsens his chances for avoiding further injury.
“I’ll eat after I’ve-”
“Bitten me to death.” Dino shoves his hands into his pockets and smiles easily. “Are you sure we can’t discuss things like reasonable adults over some coffee and-”
“No,” Hibari says as he stands. He turns to Dino, twirling his tonfas, a truly menacing smile on his lips. “Are you ready to die now?”
At least he’s enjoying himself, Dino thinks as he falls into his battle stance. One, two, and they launch into motion again. They clash and spill more blood and Dino doesn’t stop laughing. An hour later, one of Hibari’s fingers is broken and Dino limps a little when he walks.
“So,” Dino manages between gasps of air, still grinning, “am I dead yet? Are you hungry now?”
Hibari shakes his hair out of his eyes and spits blood. His voice is raspy when he says, “I don’t drink coffee.”
So Dino calls for tea instead.
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Hibari sleeps a lot. He would sleep decidedly less, Dino knows, if there were anyone brave enough to wake him up on time. But there isn’t anyone brave enough, and even if there were, Dino considers it his duty to save an innocent life.
So they let him sleep and sleep and sleep, and Dino sits by him on the ground, tired and sore, Hibird on his shoulder, watching the sun disappear. He yawns.
He smiles when Hibari wakes, and smiles wider still when Hibari glares back at him.
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They’ve set up a table and chairs in the middle of some field. Hibari finds it only vaguely absurd.
“Do you like sweets?”
“No.”
“I think you’re lying.” Dino hands him a plate of the most decadent dessert Hibari has ever seen. “Here, it’s chocolate panna cotta with raspberries and whipped cream.”
There is something decidedly un-Japanese about the way Dino says “panna cotta,” a sort of lilt in his voice perhaps, and Hibari looks at Dino, really looks at him, for the first time.
But he doesn’t take the plate. “I don’t want it.”
“Come on, give it a try, Kyoya. It’s good.” Dino leans over the table, prodding Hibari’s mouth with a spoon. “I promise.”
He allows two beats to pass before he kicks Dino’s shins under the table, watches impassively as Dino falls out of his chair with a yelp.
Hibari makes a humming sound and picks up the spoon. “You’re right,” he says, spoon in his mouth. “It is good.”
Dino smiles weakly at him.
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It’s strange, when they fight, because everything gets turned on its head. Dino fighting to keep Hibari at bay while Hibari is trying his damnedest to get close enough to touch, to break.
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This Cavallone creature, Hibari thinks, this very tall, very blonde, very foreign creature is very peculiar indeed.
For one thing, he is alternatively a complete klutz and a fearsome opponent (though Hibari would cut out his own tongue before he admits this).
For another, he’s always too happy to see Hibari. (No one’s ever been happy to see Hibari before.) And he calls him Kyoya. He calls him Kyoya with the sort of casualness that is usually born from years of intimate friendship.
Intimate and friendship are probably the wrong words to use when it comes to Hibari.
But that is how things are, and it really is very peculiar.
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It’s been a week now, at least. Romario had said so, when Dino asked.
Hibari still doesn’t listen to him and still tries to kill him, but. But there has been progress. There has definitely been progress because when Dino puts his whip aside and reaches out with hands that tremble so obviously, Hibari doesn’t move away, doesn’t try to break his arms. Instead he just stares as Dino touches his face, his hair, traces the sharp line of his jaw.
“Can I?”
“I bite,” Hibari warns, and looks up at him, calm and composed and so young, and what is Dino supposed to do?
“How old are you?” Dino asks, because Dino really doesn’t know and he’s nervous and maybe a little dizzy.
“Old enough,” Hibari says, though he’s probably not - most definitely not - but the smile that he gives Dino is wicked enough, and his eyes dark enough, so Dino leans down and kisses him.
Hibari doesn’t try to shove a tonfa down his throat, surprisingly.
When they part, Dino clutches Hibari to him, partly to feel, and partly so he doesn’t have to see the expression on Hibari’s face. “Oh, good,” Dino breathes over the top of Hibari’s head, hands grasping at him, holding him close, closer. “Because if - I wasn’t - well.”
The boy is unmoving in his arms, and Dino’s heart drums against his chest as he kisses him again, eyes closed, and Dino forgets to breathe entirely.
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Hibari finds Dino a few hours later, pushes him against a bamboo thicket, and sinks his teeth into Dino’s neck (he has to stand on his tiptoes to do this).
“There,” he says, licking blood from his lips. “Told you I bite.”
Then he walks away, leaving Dino completely dumbfounded, and maybe a little turned on, but ouch.
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When Hibari finally lets him talk, the fight for the rings is already well underway.
He doesn’t even get to the part about the rings, though, because when Hibari hears about how his Namimori is being defiled, Dino’s almost positive that he’s going to die.
Because Hibari has never been angry like this before. Dino doesn’t even have a chance to pull out his weapon as Hibari flies at him with unprecedented speed and ferocity. Tonfas connect with his forearms, and it’s all Dino can do to keep from crying out.
Dino grits his teeth. “Kyoya-”
“Shut up.” Hibari releases the spikes on his tonfas, vicious, and Dino winces as they dig deep into his flesh. “I’m going to kill you and then I’m going to-” He throws Dino to the ground and Dino rolls away, whip in his hand, blood flowing freely from his arms.
“Listen-”
But Hibari doesn’t, will probably never listen again, and becomes a whirlwind of fury and metal and teeth.
By the time Dino finally manages to subdue him, finally manages to knock his tonfas away, and to tie his clenched fists behind his back, there are teeth marks littered all over Dino’s skin and he feels about torn to pieces.
“Now,” Dino chokes, making sure that his whip is pulled taut. “Now will you listen?”
He sits down on the ground across from Hibari, reaches out to touch his cheek, to soothe, and Hibari bites down on his fingers, feral.
Dino bears it for a moment, bears it long enough to say, “I’m sorry,” before he hits him on the back of the head, watches as Hibari’s jaws go slack and Hibari falls towards him.
Dino catches him and breathes again.
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Hibari wakes up around two in the afternoon in a hotel room and aches all over. He stumbles out of bed, holding on to the nightstand for support. He’s in his pajamas, he realizes, and thinks it must’ve been Dino, but he doesn’t let his thoughts wander any further than that.
He runs a hot bath, gingerly takes his clothes off, unwraps the dressings around his torso and arms, and sinks in, slow. He doesn’t make a sound, even though it burns and he’s too sore to really move, and ah-
He leans back, eyes closed. There is steam everywhere, and it feels serene, unreal. He’s almost lulled to sleep again, but then there is the sound of the door opening, followed by an unnecessary, “Hey.” He doesn’t move.
“It’s me.” Dino drops down on the floor next to the bathtub. “Are you okay?”
Hibari does not so much as glance at him, so Dino touches his head, curls Hibari’s hair around his bandaged fingers, and this time, Hibari lets him.
“Kyoya,” Dino calls softly. “Tell me what you want.”
The boy - because he still is just a boy, despite his bark and his bite and his eyes - doesn’t say a word, and Dino sits there, drops his hand to trail in the bathwater.
“What is Namimori to you?”
But Hibari is silent and closed off, eyes shut and lips sealed, and Dino kisses him anyway, and they are silent together, though Dino isn’t quite brave enough to take Hibari’s hand.
After a while, Dino asks, “You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” He smiles a forced smile that Hibari does not see. “Since we’re actually near civilization again, we should eat out. Actually, Romario says there’s a place nearby with really good gelato, though that’s not really a meal, I guess.” Gelato. There it is again, Hibari notes, the change in Dino’s voice, and it’s strange. “Well, we’ll figure something out. Come find me when you’re ready, okay?”
Dino gets up to leave, his hand dripping and sleeve soaked to the elbow. He’s halfway out the door when he hears, “Dino Cavallone.”
And he turns around, heart in his throat, terrified and hopeful all at once, but mostly terrified. “Yes?”
Hibari doesn’t look at him, doesn’t look at anything, his head reclined, but at last he says, “Home.”
Dino’s heart starts up again, fast, and he feels lightheaded, happy.
So they fly back to Namimori, a little ahead of schedule, and Dino gets them gelato to eat on the plane, and Hibari sleeps with Dino’s jacket draped over him.
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When Tsuna wins the Sky battle and Xanxus finally goes down, Hibari is cut up and faint from blood loss. His leg screams in pain when he tries to walk and he tends to teeter precariously every time he takes a step. He snaps at Dino when he gets too close, glares at everyone and tells them to get the fuck out of his school, and trips his way home.
He’s aware that Dino’s sent Romario to follow him, though.
He allows it.
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After the fight for the rings, Dino goes back to Italy and Hibari stays in Japan and Namimori.
Dino calls sometimes, to say hello, and on occasion, Hibari answers, because when he doesn’t, Dino leaves long, irritating messages that Hibari always listens to.
“How’s school, Kyoya?”
“What do you want?”
“Just checking up on-”
“Why?”
“Can’t I call to see how my student’s doing?”
“I’m not your student.”
“Well, it sounds like you’re doing fine. That’s good.”
“Don’t you have work to do? Or are you slacking off? You seem like the type to. I expected as much.”
“H-hey! You don’t have to attack me on the phone too. Besides, I always have time for-”
Hibari hangs up before he can hear the rest.
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Dino’s kisses are different when he comes to visit. They’re longer and definitely wetter, and Hibari doesn’t know what to make of it. But Dino’s hands still feel the same on his waist, and Dino still smells like Dino, and Dino’s smile still makes Hibari want to rip him apart.
But the kisses, and Dino’s tongue sliding into his mouth, and Dino’s eyelashes tickling his skin-
Of course, Hibari insists that they fight before Dino can even come within five feet of him, and so they do, because Hibari won’t take no for an answer.
Dino fights hard, when he’s motivated enough.
Only when Hibari’s bruised up, cut up, sated on blood (his or Dino’s, it doesn’t seem to matter) does he let Dino have what he wants, and he watches, amused, as Dino stumbles close.
“Why do you always look so nervous?” he drawls when Dino’s backed him up against a wall.
“Shouldn’t I be?” Dino murmurs, eyes fixed on Hibari’s mouth. “Aren’t you dangerous?”
Hibari doesn’t deny it, but he doesn’t bite when Dino kisses him.
“Here,” Dino says. “This is what you do.”
He takes Hibari’s wrists in his hands and wraps Hibari’s arms around his neck.
“There. Isn’t that better?” Dino smiles down at him, his face scuffed and scratched from their spar.
Hibari glares at him lazily, hands clasped loosely behind Dino’s neck. “I should kill you for that.”
“Oh, please don’t,” Dino implores, though there isn’t much conviction in his voice.
He’s preoccupied with more indulgent matters, and Hibari doesn’t mind too much.
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Some nights later, when Dino tries to take off Hibari’s pants, he gets punched in the face.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“What,” Hibari demands, voice flat, “are you doing?”
Dino presses him into the mattress, says, “What do you think?” and kisses him deep, hands roaming lower again.
He’s not sure how it happened, but suddenly, he’s on his back and Hibari’s the one straddling him.
“Bucking Horse Dino, huh?” Hibari’s eyes are hooded, but at least he doesn’t look too mad. “Hmm.”
And Dino is happy, ecstatically so, to hear his name again that it doesn’t matter what position he’s in. This really isn’t anything to complain about, anyway. He pulls Hibari down to him.
“Yes,” he murmurs against Hibari’s mouth. “But just Dino is okay.”
Hibari bites him, which is to be expected, but it’s not hard, or not as hard, and Dino grins and cups his face and kisses him. “Tell me what you want,” and his voice is low, a whisper, sincere.
Hibari doesn’t bite him again, but he stares, stares at Dino’s lips, swollen where he’s left his mark, and he doesn’t say anything.
Dino’s smile is radiant when he runs his hands through Hibari’s hair, and Hibari grimaces at him. “Here. Don’t tear my throat out, okay?”
And before Hibari has the chance to answer or to do just that, Dino’s slipped a hand down Hibari’s pants and-
Hibari’s hands scrabble for purchase on the sheets next to Dino’s head, and he makes a strange sort of “mmph” as he pitches forward.
This, Hibari thinks, mind racing, is not acceptable. It’s not, and he really shouldn’t - shouldn’t - his tonfas, he needs his-
But Dino’s breath is hot against his ear, and Dino’s hand is touching him, stroking him, and he claws at the sheets, it’s too warm, and he can feel Dino’s heart hammering, and Dino’s hand, and he spreads his legs a little wider, and it feels-
“Ah,” Dino sighs. “Kyoya.”
Hibari snarls into the pillow then, eyes narrowed, remembering himself, and he sinks his teeth into Dino’s shoulder.
Dino swears in Italian. “What-”
And Hibari bites down harder, through the fabric of Dino’s shirt, and he feels Dino’s fingertips just brushing the back of his head, Dino’s body tense. He releases only when Dino suddenly arches his back off the bed, when Dino says, “aaah” with his mouth open wide.
When Dino gingerly turns his head to look at him, he smirks, incorrigible albeit a little breathless, and very, very flushed.
“You little devil,” Dino admonishes, though only half-heartedly because Hibari’s cheeks are pink and one of Hibari’s hands is still fisted in Dino’s shirt. Dino tries to touch his face, then thinks better of it. “Fine. Look, how’s-” Dino breaks off, kisses him quick enough to avoid the snap of teeth, and he’s so patient, why is he so patient, positions Hibari’s hips just so before pulling Hibari flush against him.
It takes all of Hibari’s efforts to stifle a groan enough so that it comes out as an “nnk.”
“There,” Dino rasps. “Good?”
“No,” Hibari growls against Dino’s neck, even though it is, it’s so - and he can’t help but rub against Dino, and rub harder when Dino shifts beneath him.
“Here - here, move with me, Kyoya,” and they establish a sort of rhythm, wild and erratic, their hips grinding and their breaths coming swift and shallow. “Like this, like this, just-” And Dino’s muttering in Italian, low and frantic, and, “Kyoya,” and, “oh,” and “oh.”
“Oh,” Hibari says when he unravels at last, muffled and shocked, because there’s not much else but Dino to cling to and Dino to rock against and Dino to - Dino to-
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When Dino murmurs, “Kyoya,” soft as anything into the pillow, Hibari wakes up. His first instinct is to maim, but their legs are tangled, and Dino’s arms are encircling him, and when he tries to move, Dino holds him tighter.
So he slams his head into Dino’s chest, relishes in the “oomph!” that comes from above him.
Dino coughs, says blearily, “Kyoya?” and Hibari replies, “I’m hungry.”
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It takes Hibari close to forever (almost a year, Dino sighs forlornly) to realize that what he wants is for Dino to fuck him.
The realization comes to him only when, by chance, he hears Dino say the word, “sinfonia.”
It was rather anti-climactic, as far as epiphanies go, and certainly unexplainable, but nevertheless, he isn’t quite so keen on dismembering Dino anymore.
“Hey, you.”
Dino looks up, around, then points to himself. “Me?”
Hibari stares at him, expressionless.
“Don’t call me ‘hey, you,’ Kyoya,” Dino pouts. “Is it so hard to-”
Whatever Dino’s about to say turns to “nnnngh” as Hibari pulls him down by the collar and-
Well.
“Oh fuck, finally,” Dino whines, pressing their foreheads together.
He expects Dino to know where to go from here.
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Dino thinks it’s cute when Hibari blushes. He keeps it to himself, of course, but it’s really very, very adorable, he reflects, when Hibari’s cheeks are so delicately flushed and still his eyes glare and his jaw is clenched so tight it might shatter.
“Kyoya,” he laughs. “Kyoya, Kyoya, Kyoya.”
Dino’s sure that Hibari would gouge his eyes out, if only Hibari’s hands weren’t clutching, white-knuckled, at Dino’s shirt.
“Kyoya.”
“Shut up.”
So Dino hums instead, blithely, irritatingly, and continues to move like so, in, out, in again, and Hibari would bite him, would slay him, but he’s turned his head to the side, and squeezed his eyes shut, trying to even out his breathing, trying not to-
He’s lost this one, he knows.
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The letter he is most familiar with in the western alphabet is the letter “C.”
“It stands for Cavallone,” Dino tells him, cheerily.
“I know that,” he snaps, annoyed that he had been caught staring at Dino’s tattoos again.
Dino kisses his cheek and Hibari raises his tonfa.
“How do you say, ‘I’ll bite you to death’ in Italian?”
“Uh-”
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Years pass, and mafia is not a pretty business.
Hibari takes to asking, when he drops by Dino’s study, “Are you old enough for this?”
And Dino knows, the truth is, neither of them is.
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It was an ambush.
He really should have paid more attention - or paid any attention at all - when they were briefing him about the job. But he hadn’t, and he had walked right into it. He’s supposed to-
He’s late.
There were a lot of them. They were expecting more than just him, or maybe they were only expecting him, but it didn’t matter. He had taken care of them anyway.
Now there is blood everywhere. He smells it, tastes it, feels it crusting on his skin, caking his clothes. The chandelier is in pieces on the floor, glass shards littered about, some imbedded in his skin. There are bodies too, strewn across the room, slumped against the walls, crumpled on the grand, curving staircase.
But mostly, there is blood.
He had lost a tonfa - rammed it into someone’s eye socket - and he lets the other one drop from his hand. He blinks once, twice; blood is getting into his eyes. His shirt is soaked through in blotches, and red drips from one limp arm.
That fucking idiot, Sawada Tsunayoshi, whose brilliant idea it was to get rid of the fucking Vongola rings.
Hibari sways.
He needs to - needs to-
He is supposed to have been at the rendezvous point an hour ago. (He had laughed when Dino had said “rendezvous.” It had sounded so ridiculous, Dino’s mock French accent. And Dino had looked ridiculous too, the way he had grinned at Hibari, surprised and pleased.) His vision blurs for a moment.
He’s about to make the monumental effort to reach into his pocket for his phone, but remembers that it’s gone, lost some time during the scuffle (it was a scuffle, not even a fight, not even-). He glances around the room, stumbles over to the reception desk. He is careful not to slip in the puddles of gleaming red.
It takes him four tries to hit the right numbers (he keeps missing the six), and when he finally gets through, the ringing is too loud and it makes him wince.
“Che?” demands the voice on the other line. It is breathless, on the edge of panic. “Who is this?” it says in Italian.
He closes his eyes to make the room stop spinning.
“Where is he?” the voice continues, sounding clipped and furious. “You fucking bastards, if you’ve - I swear I’ll come after you myself if-”
“Dino,” Hibari says with utmost calm.
There is a sharp intake of breath on the other end before Dino says, in Japanese, “Stay where you are. Don’t move, don’t do anything, we’re coming. I’m-”
The phone slips from his fingers as he hits the ground.
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Hibari doesn’t wake up for a long time.
For every day that Hibari sleeps, Dino goes after another member of the Valerio family. True to his word, he goes after them himself, personally delivers the final blow, flings the body away from him after they’ve stop kicking.
By the time Hibari finally stirs, the Valerio are in ruins, their numbers hopelessly cut like ribbons.
“Did you kill the children?” Hibari asks, and there is something merciless in his tone.
“No,” Dino says with weary eyes.
“Are you as stupid as you look?” Hibari doesn’t try to sit up, angry as he is. He already knows he won’t be able to manage it. “They’re going to grow up hating you, waiting for their revenge - they’ll have years to plan, and then they’re going to come for you because you were too much of an idiot to get rid of them while you still could.”
“I don’t care. I’ll deal with it when they do.”
“If you’re going to do something, do it properly or not at all.” Hibari stares at him hard, and Dino stares back.
“Are you-”
“You’re an idiot.”
Dino frowns. “I know. I know, but I-”
“An idiot,” Hibari states with finality. He closes his eyes and turns his back to Dino.
Dino watches Hibari pretend to ignore him, understands, and smiles.
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Hibari flies back to Japan as soon as he can walk without Dino’s help.
Dino’s reluctant to let him go, but doesn’t try to stop him. Instead, he says, “Promise you’ll call me when you get back.”
Hibari doesn’t look at him, but he nods, just barely, which is more than anything Dino’s gotten before. He sends Hibari off with a wave and a kiss that earns him a knee to the stomach.
So when the plane touches down in Japan, Hibari flips his phone open (it’s a new one; Dino had the latest model imported from Tokyo) and dials the right numbers. It only takes him one try this time, though he’s a little clumsy with fingers that still ache.
He motions for Kusakabe to take his luggage, listening to the phone ring once, twice-
“Pront?” Dino says when he picks up, then, “Kyoya?”
“Yes,” he starts, stops.
“Ah. How was your flight?”
He had flown in alone on the Cavallone family’s private jet, had nibbled on a truly world-class meal, and had slept better than he had in weeks.
“Fine.”
He can hear Dino’s smile when he says, “Good to hear. Is Tetsuya there?”
“Yes.”
“All right, then. Everything sounds in order. Give Tsuna my regards, will you?”
“Yes.”
“Hopefully I’ll see you again soon. Take care of yourself, okay?”
Hibari nods, even though Dino can’t see him.
“And eat more - please? You’re too thin.”
He nods again.
“Be careful not to strain yourself too much. Your injuries-”
“How long are you going to keep on like this?”
“Ah, sorry.” A pause. “Well - well, take care.”
Hibari snaps the phone shut, stares at the name “Dino Cavallone” blinking on the small screen, then glides off to meet Kusakabe.
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“Stop it,” Hibari rages beneath him. “Why are you always so-”
“Amazing?” And he gives Hibari what he can only imagine to be his most endearing grin ever.
The reply is thrown at him vehemently. “No.”
He laughs. “Love me, Kyoya?”
“No,” Hibari seethes. “Shut up.”
“Well, I lo-”
“Shut. Up.” Hibari looks positively homicidal. “I will-”
Dino swallows the rest of Hibari’s words, and he kisses even deeper when Hibari moans into his mouth.
“Don’t be so stubborn, Kyoya,” he whispers against Hibari’s jaw. “Tell me what you want.”
Hibari’s fingers twist in the sheets.
He closes his eyes, places his hand over Hibari’s.
“Is it me?”
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They see each other when they can, which isn’t very often, but Dino takes comfort in the fact that at least Hibari doesn’t insist on beating him to a bloody pulp anymore.
And Hibari wonders, when Dino’s smile doesn’t make him feel murderous anymore, what the fuck is happening?
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Hibari wakes in the middle of the night when Dino moves against him. It’s warm, he thinks, staring up at the ceiling, warm and com-
He shoves Dino away with all his strength, listens for the dull thud over the side of the bed. When Dino’s head reappears, all tousled blonde hair and sleepy eyes, Hibari moves to perch stiffly on the edge of the mattress, and doesn’t look at him.
“Kyoya,” Dino says, a little alarmed, voice thick with sleep, and he’s always calling his name, always calling his fucking name.
“Don’t touch me,” he snaps when Dino’s fingers brush his shoulder. “I’ll kill you. I will. I should.”
Dino falls back on the bed, traces circles on the sheets, and watches him. He knows better than to ask questions after dark, so he lays there, eyes trained on Hibari’s back, patient.
Hibari’s body is tense, Dino can tell it in the way his head angles just so, the way his elbows are close to his sides.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” Hibari finally says, in a rush, “I don’t know what I’m doing, and I-”
And Dino knows exactly what he’s talking about, has suspected it for some time.
“Then leave it to me. Trust me, Kyoya.” He places a hand on Hibari’s waist, and when Hibari doesn’t move, he wraps his arms around him, presses close.
“I can’t-” But he’s already relaxing against Dino.
“You can. Why won’t you?”
“Don’t - I don’t need you, I don’t need you.” He breaks away abruptly and moves to stand by the wall. Hibird chirps softly from the nightstand.
“Of course you don’t need me, Kyoya, but you-”
“But I what? What?” He’s shaking, and oh fuck fuck fuck.
Dino stands too, and he walks over to Hibari with perfect grace. “But I want you around. Okay? Won’t you indulge me?” He leans in. “If anything,” he teases, “stick around for the sex. Per favore?”
Hibari’s gaze is intense, but he’s not angry. “I don’t know what-”
“Just - leave it to me. Tell me what you want, Kyoya.”
Hibari doesn’t have an answer, why doesn’t he have a fucking answer? It’s-
“Kyoya?”
It takes Hibari a long time to choose his words. “Fuck,” he says at last, eyes closed. “Dino,” he grinds out.
And Dino laughs and holds him.
“We’re so messed up.”
And they are, all of them, they’re too bloodthirsty, too out of control, too much everyone else’s, too young, kids playing with guns and lives.
Hibari shrugs in agreement, and Dino smiles.
“Hey. Back to bed, brat.”
Hibari lets that go.
Though just this once.