Charming Lies

Dino had been expecting him. To say that he had been expecting him at that very time (which was in fact 1:32 AM) would have been a lie, but Dino liked to think himself a very responsible mafia boss. So when Hibari came in through his window at 1:32 AM—after having quite the fuss with the pane itself and thus choosing to just bash it in with his tonfas—Dino jumped out of his bed, smoothed his boxers that had ridden up his thighs during the night, leaned against the wall and said in the most charming of voices, “I’ve been waiting for you, Kyoya.”

This garnered Dino his very own up-close-and-personal greeting with Hibari’s tonfas, the young man striking the mafia boss’s jaw with a playful—bantering, even—smirk on his face. Yet there was slight hesitation in his eyes and in the force of his swing even as the cold metal met Dino's face. The Italian noted it and reacted in like manner, inclining his head to the side just in time to avoid the full brunt of his attack.

That is, so he wouldn’t be spitting teeth and blood from his mouth for days after.

Staggering backwards, he raised a hand to the area of contact and rubbed at it gingerly, returning Hibari’s smile. “It’s been a long time,” he continued, eyes roving up and down the intruder’s body. Still a gangly thing but taller, almost graceful, and sure as hell just as, if not more, stubborn; Kyoya never changed. The boy rearranged his tie, loosening it ever so slightly in a gesture that was entirely too sexy given the circumstances, and pushed his feral hair back with a sigh. For a moment Dino thought he was going to raise his tonfas again in challenge, and in precaution he stepped back. He reached behind him, collecting the coil of his whip while Hibari's eyes lowered to the nightstand it had been resting on. He said nothing.

“Someone probably heard the window shatter downstairs,” Dino said.

“I don’t care. Lock your door.” Hibari frowned, unmoving.

“It is.” Their eyes met again and Hibari blinked, shutting his eyes for an unnaturally long time before opening them. Dino was still watching him, unchanged.

“The sakura are blossoming,” the Guardian said at length, as if that explained the twelve hour plane trip from Japan to his bedside window, no questions asked.

“You’re not vulnerable to cherry blossoms anymore,” Dino retorted, a tinge of skepticism apparent in his voice. Hibari touched the sill of the window he had just broken through to get in, weaving a shard of glass between his fingers without managing to cut himself even once, neither did he break eye contact with Dino.

“They remind me of that time,” he said, jaw clenching. “That disgusting weakness. I can’t even look at those repulsive trees without feeling sick.” His brow furrowed and his hands stiffened on the tonfas. Hibari never let things go; they churned within him until an unbearable rage built up within him, venting those frustrations by way of his avoidant, violent nature. It was one of his weaknesses. He knew better, though, and that was why the boy had come, after all. Dino much preferred this form of venting.

“You lie too much,” Dino said, his smile spreading into a smirk.

A gentle grunt emitted from the back of Hibari’s throat and he dropped the glass back onto the sill with a near inaudible clink. As if it was some sort of signal, both of them lunged at each other. Dino groped for the collar of Hibari’s shirt, wrenching him forward once his hands so much as grazed the fabric. Their bodies crushed together in a sloppy kiss (if what they were doing could even be classified as such); Hibari managed to latch on to Dino’s bottom lip and bite down. Just as quickly he released him, licking at he wound he inflicting with pride before snaking his tongue between Dino’s lips. Love bites, Dino called them. He wouldn’t have particularly minded them if he hadn’t had to do business with the Balestra family the following morning. He could already picture it now: explaining his bruised bottom lip and bandage above his chin with his signature sheepish grin and Romario shaking his head in disbelief.

Dino would take his chances.

Hibari spun his fingers around the blond hair that tumbled down the mafia boss’s shoulders, tugging at it just to feel control seep into his veins. If there was one thing Dino knew about his Kyoya, it was that he needed to have at least some degree of control, or at least an illusion of such. “I’m not paying for the window,” Hibari breathed, breaking away from Dino before shoving him in the direction of the bed. The back of Dino’s knees pressed against the edge of the mattress and he fell backwards onto it. He looked up at Hibari through his eyelashes and curled his fingers around the silk bed sheets.

“Kyoya,” he said in plain acknowledgment, neither demanding nor requesting. Hibari didn’t need an invitation and Dino knew he wouldn’t have joined him had he been given one.

The Cloud Guardian, tonfas miraculously still in hand, pressed the butt of one of the weapons against Dino’s bare chest, saving no gentleness for him this time. Dino’s breath hitched at the concentrated pressure on his breastbone and collapsed back. Hibari spared no time in clambering on top of the mafia boss in assertion of dominance; his long legs sliding gracefully on either side of Dino’s waist until he was seated on top of him, his inner calves firm against Dino’s ribs. He rocked his hips forward, taunting, teasing, waiting for Dino’s reaction. The mafia boss didn’t give one and Hibari glowered.

“You’re a fucking herbivore,” he said, a strange fondness in his voice as he leaned forward and traced Dino’s jaw line with the base of his tonfa, the cold metal a shock to his otherwise warm flesh. Dino clutched the knot in Hibari’s already askew tie that was hanging idly from his neck and pulled at roughly it until it came loose. He yanked him in for another kiss before ripping the tie from the fold of Hibari’s collar, tossing it aside and running his hands up the length of the young man’s face. Hibari drew his tonfas away for a moment and shrugged his suit jacket from his shoulders, sliding it off an arm and dropping it to the floor by his fingertips in almost dainty gesture. Dino’s eyebrows rose, surprised that the Guardian would ever be caught striking such a delicate pose. Frankly, it turned on the Cavallone boss more than he could have ever imagined.

Hibari unbuttoned the first couple of buttons of his dress shirt while Dino watched in anticipation, but stopped on the fourth one, that devilish grin spreading across his face. And just like that, the tiny glimpse of a submissive Hibari had vanished. Dino forced his hands under the hollow of Hibari’s arms, bringing the young man closer to kiss and nip at his exposed neck and collarbone. Then the pressure of Hibari’s tonfas against Dino’s cheek returned and intensified.

“You really missed me this time, didn’t you?” Dino said in a lilting, playful tone against the young man’s chest, reaching a hand behind his back to grab hold of his whip that he had hidden so coyly behind him. Saying such things to the face of the cloud Guardian often boded ill for the mafia boss, which was why he said them in the first place. Hibari frowned, eyebrows angling down in irritation, thighs clenching on Dino’s waist. “Is that a yes?” Dino continued, testing his limits. Hibari glared at him and cracked the side of the tonfa against Dino’s face. Too far. The mafia boss winced but wasted no time, using that brief moment after Hibari’s attack to his advantage. He had sparred with the impetuous teen enough times to know that that minuscule gap between attacks was when he was at his weakest, though that wasn’t saying much. He was still fast, still powerful regardless and he would have to move fast if he was going to gain leverage over the young man.

Dino pulled himself up onto his elbows before rotating his body and flipping the Guardian onto his back, knocking one of the tonfas from his grip and gathering the boy’s wrists in a single one of his hands. With his free hand he brought the whip between them. Hibari struggled beneath him, his mouth open as though he were hissing.

“What are you going to do, Kyoya?” He allowed the whip to uncoil and ran it across Hibari's neck, the hand holding the young man’s wrists beginning to shake just to keep him down. “You look real pretty on your back.”

Hibari’s eyes narrowed. “I’ll bite you to death,” he growled, the threat an empty one given the position he found himself in. Not that he couldn’t have gotten out of the current predicament as much as he obviously didn’t care to. After all, there was only one reason as to why Hibari would travel all the way across the world and break in through his window, and it sure as hell wasn’t because of some flowers in bloom.

The remaining tonfa in his hand glinted in the dull moonlight for a moment of stillness, their quickened breaths the only sound either of them could hear. Then Dino put his whip aside, plucking the remaining buttons of Hibari’s shirt and pushing it open to reveal the young man’s perfectly smooth body. His hand ghosted over the exposed flesh but soon trailed to the hem of Hibari’s dress pants, wrenching his belt off with expert precision and throwing it to the floor. Hibari lifted his hips even with Dino on top of him and the mafia boss yanked his pants down to his ankles with a couple rough tugs. Dipping down, Dino’s lips brushed against the Guardian’s, sliding his tongue inside the boy’s mouth and then pulling back. Hibari's mouth remained parted and his half-lidded eyes opened slowly.

"Sometime today, Cavallone," Hibari murmured, desperation apparent in his tone. Dino chuckled and bent down to kiss him again, letting go of Hibari's wrists. He should have known that it was a mistake, and before he could even think to regret it Dino was slammed onto his back yet again. With a victorious grin scrawled on his face Hibari kicked off his shoes and socks, his pants soon to follow. Dino swallowed.

The Guardian slid down onto Dino’s thighs, hooking his fingers inside the waistband of his boxers on either side of his hips. Jerking them down, he eased up onto his knees and Dino forced the obstruction of fabric off the rest of the way, and then pushed Hibari back down onto his legs. Hibari knelt forward, wrapping a hand around the shaft of Dino’s erection and gave him an experimental pump. Dino inclined his head back a little and smiled.

“Mm, Kyoya,” Dino said, urging him to continue. Hibari dropped down further and took the head of the Cavallone’s erection into his mouth, lazily at first (he’d always been a little cock-tease), then pulled away and repeated the action, with more intensity than before. The Guardian’s tongue worked wonders over the sensitive flesh and Dino’s hands found Hibari’s hair, stroking the soft strands in gratification but remaining otherwise silent. The Cavallone boss was always talking—most often to the chagrin and utter irritation of Hibari—but when he fell silent during their couplings, Hibari knew he was doing something right. Dino arched his back as the younger man ran the tip of his tongue over the area where head and shaft met.

“Stop,” Dino said in a voice more suiting that of a mafia boss, and Hibari smiled in victory before pulling away, leaving copious amounts of saliva on Dino’s cock. Hibari moved forward, his body perpendicular to Dino’s hips as he knelt over him. Easing himself down on Dino’s erection, the Cavallone lifted his hips to meet Hibari. The rush and instant pleasure moved him to grab Hibari by the hips—bony but attractive—and shoved him down on his erection in a single thrust, earning a slight moan from the Guardian. Such a sound coming from the Cloud Guardian himself only served to encourage Dino, and he drove into him at a quickened, experienced pace. Hibari continued to press himself down and lift himself up in time with Dino’s rhythm, his mouth falling open as pleasure seeped into his body, overruling any initial feelings of pain from the lack of preparation (not that such a trivial feeling of pain fazed Hibari much anyway). He moaned again, quietly, as Dino took the younger man’s erection within one of his large hands and stroked him in time with his thrusts.

“Kiss me,” Dino said in a breathless voice, and Hibari surprisingly complied, leaning forward to kiss the Cavallone boss. Dino grabbed Hibari’s ribs and brought him back down on his erection, burying his entire length inside the young man. Hibari gasped in Dino’s mouth, their wet tongues mingling. Breaking away, Dino shoved Hibari away but sat up along with him, urging the boy onto his back while still remaining inside him. The Guardian spread his legs, allowing Dino to loom over him. Dino rocked in and out of him, his thrusts fuller and stronger at the new angle. Hibari’s hair lay splayed out against the sheets, eyes shut and his fingernails digging into Dino’s shoulder blades to conceal from crying out.

It wasn’t long before Hibari muttered something incoherent and clenched his teeth together. He gasped in the back of his throat as his entire body fell into convulsions as he reached his climax. His arms moved around Dino’s neck as the Cavallone delved deep inside him without letup, slowing down a bit to make his last thrusts meaningful and deliberate. He grabbed Hibari and drew their chests together before one last push into him, inhaling sharply as he reached his orgasm and letting out a gentle groan of release. They remained together, a tangle of limbs and fleeting breaths and sweat. Dino set the young Guardian down and pulled out of him, rolling beside him in silence while he gained his breath.

“Oh!” Dino suddenly said, sitting up and reaching over the Guardian as he opened the top drawer in his bedside table. He fished around inside for a minute before grabbing hold of something. He fell against the pillows, wrapping his legs around one of Hibari’s calves and holding out a thin piece of paper in his hand out to Hibari. “I’m coming to your graduation in two months! I already got plane tickets. You better give me a personal invitation, though.”

Hibari glared at him, his frown deepening (if that was even at all possible). “You’re not invited. It’s an herbivorous ceremony that I’d rather not partake in myself, but the Namimori handbook requires attending to graduate.” Dino ran his fingers down the contours of the boy’s beautifully sculpted back.

“You should come to Italy for university,” Dino said after a few minutes. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Hibari had already fallen asleep.

“Why?” Hibari muttered sleepily, picking at his fingernails idly with his back to him.

Dino eased up behind him. “You like it here, don’t you? Plus, you’d have a place to stay.” Dino stroked the gentle curve of Hibari’s shoulder.

“I’m not staying with you,” Hibari said flatly. “And Hibird doesn’t like the weather.”

“Kyoya,” Dino whined. “Will you at least think about it? I miss you when you’re not around, and I’m not in the position to make trips to Japan every month to see you. My men need me here. And I’d like you to be here too.”

Hibari pressed his lips together, sweeping his hair away from his eyes. “I didn’t miss you,” he said, turning around to face Dino.

Dino smiled and snaked his hand behind Hibari’s neck, kissing him square on the mouth. “What a charming liar you are.”

“You’re an idiot,” Hibari murmured, brushing his toes against Dino’s with a trace of a smile.