Chapter 76

Fong wakes up as soon as he senses Reborn moving in a way that suggests he's getting ready to stand up. He doesn't open his eyes until a second passes. He sees him sitting up on the bed, detangling his arm from Tsuna's grip with great care. The little Sky is not a heavy sleeper, or so he says, but it seems their presence is enough to make him lower his barriers and settle into a deep sleep.

That or Reborn tired him out, a sullen part of his mind mumbles.

With Tsuna facing him, Fong can see the cute frown that forms when his fingers tentatively curl, seeking the arm he seconds ago used as a Teddy bear.

With a great force of will, he briefly tears his gaze away from such a beautiful sight to see Reborn's sculpted back as he undresses. He only appreciates the view for a second. Tsuna's small smile is a better sight.

Not that he gets to appreciate it for long. A whisper makes him turn his head slightly around.

"Huh. Look what that Mist left for us," Reborn says, pointing at a small plastic bottle between his fingers. Is that...

"Yep. Is lubricant. Damn, wish I had seen this yesterday," he ends up musing.

He doesn't want to ask about what happened yesterday. It was enough to see Tsuna's naked body covered with bite marks.

"Where are you going?" Fong murmurs instead.

"I want a smoke. Tsuna doesn't like the smell, so."

Fong huffs softly, not believing it. He glances at the Hitman, his usually calm face turning to tease, "You want to give us some time alone, don't you?"

The Hitman scowls at him, though doesn't deny it, Fong knows it's not that. "If I'm here when you try to harmonize with him..." he trails off. It is not a threat, simply a fact.

… It seems harmonization has made him more possessive than usual. And prickly. There's an anxious air about him. One that worries him. One that makes him more human than his usually serious demeanor.

It's kind of sweet.

He gives the man a real smile and is unsurprised when Reborn leans down to whisper in his ear. "If you fuck him, I'll kill you."

He rolls his eyes. "I don't fuck."

"You better."

He leans back a bit until they can lock gazes. Fong impassively stares back with his smile in place, waiting for the other to find whatever he needs in his gaze. Not that he cares, but, well… Reborn is being as nice as he can, better throw him a bone.

A finger goes near to his face before it starts trailing his jaw.

He raises an eyebrow.

"Just thinking." Reborn leans closer until their noses touch. "Between us, I wouldn't be against a threesome."

And then he stands up and starts leaving, not even giving him a chance to answer. He watches his back as he opens the door. It's not until the door closes shut that he murmurs, amused, "I wouldn't be against it either."

"Please, no. Somethin' tells me it would turn into a competition with me in the middle."

Fong turns, not surprised to see the small Sky yawning cutely, throwing a worried glance at the hitman. He looks slightly hurt but he doesn't know why. He smiles the smile he only uses for Tsuna to reassure him. Tsuna answers back with one of his own before giving him a brief kiss on the lips.

That does surprise him. Not that he's going to see the gift horse in the mouth. So, with care, he answers the kiss with one of his own and lets Tsuna bury deeper into him. His flames gently seek him out and he's glad when, unlike other times, his Sky answers back, prodding at his flames. They spend long minutes like that, their flames hovering around each other, not quite touching.

Then Fong moves until he's hovering above the no longer sleepy Tsuna and touches his flames for the first time, not quite harmonizing. Tsuna lets out a soft breath and then he's kissing him again, pulling him close, gripping the fabric of the onesie he's wearing in his fists like he's planning to never let go.

Fong hopes Tsuna never lets go.

He's pliant above Tsuna, letting his little Sky explore his mouth, with tongue and little bites, his soft breathy moans tickling Fong's cheek as the Storm presses their flames closer.

He knows that with how long they've known each other, it should be fast, just a click of two puzzles piecing together, but he doesn't want that. He wants to drag it out, wants to enjoy what would be the time he clicks in place with his Home. His Tsuna.

He doesn't want to just feel it—he wants to see it.

His Flames burn the onesie where they're forming in his arms as he touches the back of Tsuna's head, with only enough intensity for Tsuna to feel it.

Tsuna stops kissing him to move his head to the side to sigh softly, his own flames coming outside his body to meet Fong's own. They form a crown around his head, lighting up his face in an astounding orange shade.

"So beautiful," he murmurs against Tsuna's neck. He bites the small bite mark already there, making it bigger and his. "And mine."

It doesn't seem Tsuna can take it anymore as with hiss of impatience, he lets out his Flames completely, Fong answering in kind as their flames turn their clothes and part of the mattress into ashes.

Tsuna looks at the destruction they've caused and laughs sweetly. A second later, Fong is accompanying him, a little flame drunk himself.

He probably needs to rest a couple of minutes longer on what's left of the bed. At least until he stops grinning like a fool.

He presses Tsuna against his chest with a loving smile, relishing in the connection between them, happiness filling his being. Tsuna himself is distracted by the dragon tattoo close to his cheek on Fong's chest, not the first time he's seen it but it's the first time he touches it. Has he told him the story behind it, or does he know already?

Fong doesn't get too much time to ponder about it because in the next second Tsuna is changing their positions, sitting on his lap, taking out the remains of his clothes with an amused glance, his eyes almost glowing with their intensity. Fong gets a moment to appreciate his lithe body and the slightly hard member in his sight before Tsuna trails his fingers along his chest and stomach, seemingly entranced by the way he shivers lightly.

Then, Tsuna's free hand goes to the bite on his neck before wincing at the touch. "You made it bigger."

It's not an accusation, merely stating the obvious.

"I did."

"… Were you jealous?"

Probably is because of being Flame-drunk, but it never occurs him to lie at this moment, not when he can feel all that makes Tsuna so intimately. "I was... I am."

Tsuna's eyes are half-closed as he touches another bite mark, this one on his side made by Reborn. "Do you want to make them all bigger? Make them yours, too?"

His mouth is suddenly dry as Tsuna moves his lower body a little backward until his dick is touching Tsuna's pretty ass. Fong's hands go to his sides, to stop his Sky or himself, he doesn't know.

"I'm not Reborn, Tsuna. I don't fuck."

Tsuna licks his lips, his eyes flickering to the small bottle of lube, before they go down, a blush spreading across his cheeks. "I don't want to just fuck, either," he says quietly, his hand lightly touching his chest, a small but beautiful smile on his face. "Yesterday was amazing, I won't deny that, but…But I want more. Besides, I've been told making love is something different. I want to experience that."

His words at the end are nothing but a murmur, but Fong hears them, nonetheless.

"Do you love me, Tsunayoshi?"

Tsuna gives him a look that's five points exasperated; and five, embarrassed. "Of course, I do. I love you."

Ignoring the way his chest flutters at the words, he sits up, making sure not to dislodge Tsuna from his lap. "I love you, too. Romantically."

Tsuna bites his lips, his face growing redder, but his gaze never wavering from his eyes. He slowly wraps his arms around Fong, his breathing slightly heavier than before.

"I only had a crush in my whole life, so I'm not very experienced in this type of love, but… I would like to discover it."

"With all of us?"

"I—I don't know if with all of you, but…"

Fong is a little unsure as he asks, "With me?"

Tsuna nods silently. Then probably sensing his lack of confidence at the moment, a thing he only shows because it's Tsuna the one he's lowering his walls, his little Sky kisses him tenderly. For the first time in so long, he's not the raging storm that continuously tries to appease his Flames to not destroy everything in its way, but only Fong, the man.

Not a weapon.

So he answers the kiss with all the passion he can muster, his right hand trailing a path from Tsuna's shoulders to his spine before finally settling it on his leg. Tsuna moves a little forward, lifting his ass slightly.

"I'm still loose from yesterday," Tsuna admits between kisses and Fong growls lowly as he bites onto another previous bite mark. Tsuna hisses but when Fong licks the wound, he sighs.

"I'll worship you," he promises as he moves them until Tsuna's back is resting against the bed and he's above him.

Tsuna gives him a cheeky grin as he says, "Ruin me."

Fong can't help but answer with his own anticipatory grin.

He said to Reborn he doesn't fuck, but he never said anything about making love, didn't he?

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