Day 4- This is harder than I thought

Reborn was almost out of patience.

The ex-Sun Arcobaleno gritted his teeth and kicked a nearby unfortunate pot plant. It's only been four days and he's feeling the strain. Fucking hell he hated being a teenager.

It didn't help that in these four days he's had no missions to distract himself and Tsuna had been teasing him like the sexy demon he is. Gazing at him with those sleepy adorable eyes when he wakes up in the morning, licking his lips every time he savors a particularly delicious drink or meal, biting sensuously the end of his pen...

Okay maybe the brunette was completely unaware of his seductions but the fact he was so oblivious somehow made it even hotter. So innocent and naive, yet can still come victorious after a battle, panting and covered in the blood of his enemies. Reborn groaned, leaning against the cool surface of a wall. Even that image was turning him on.

"Reborn in my office now."

The usually composed hitman snapped to attention, gaze completely focussed on the whole reason of his current suffering. There the brunette was, wearing a perfectly tailored suit that subtly showed off the mafia boss' perfectly proportioned body. Tsuna would never be muscular or buff but years of his training had conditioned him a lithe toned form with broad shoulders and neatly tapered hips.

He must have been quite obvious with his roaming appreciative eyes because after a few unresponsive seconds the hitman had caught sight of the brunette smirking triumphantly before turning and walking back to his office. Tsuna was even making the effort to sway his hips a little as he moved, Reborn could practically feel his chained member fighting against his cruel imprisonment as he watched his lover leave.

But there was no way he was going to concede. He was freaking Reborn. He refused to acknowledge even the idea of him losing. Even to his lover and boss.

"You called?" He asked in his most emotionless voice. Tsuna quirked a curious slightly amused brow at the indifferent demeanor but didn't comment. Instead the brunette merely continued on with whatever business he originally wished to inform the hitman.

"Yes, tomorrow I need you to go on a mission. It should take a while considering recon but I expect it to be done by a week at most. I want it quiet, simple and clean."

The hitman nodded, secretly grateful for the distraction. Anything to get out of this particular little circle of Hell. Because if he goes another night sleeping with his half naked lover knowing he could do nothing but simmer in his sexual frustration Reborn knows he will actually scream.

"Oh and Reborn?"

He quirked an eyebrow in response. It was childish rebellion really but Reborn wasn't really in the mood to talk to Tsuna. Tsuna who had effectively caged his manhood and was practically flaunting the fact that for once he was the one in control. Tsuna who has been nothing but flawless serenity and smiles and seduction whilst Reborn was practically grappling onto a spider web thread that was his composure. Tsuna who was looking at him with hooded darkened eyes and the delectably devilish smile that promised all sorts of things that made the hitman's throat dry and mouth water at the same time.

The brunette leaned across his desk toward the older male, eyes never straying from their target, hungry and predatory. Oh god. Reborn could just barely feel the ghosting of lips against lips and that subtle scent of specially imported sumatran coffee beans that Tsuna had recently become enamoured with. Fuck why was that suddenly so goddamn hot?

"It's been four days already." The brunette breathed out, the words heavy and caressing. Then it dropped to an absolutely sinful throaty purr that the hitman had never heard from the mafia boss before. "You ready to apologize?"

His own nails were digging into the palms of his hands so hard Reborn would not be surprised that he not only drew blood but hit bone as he had to, with as much dignity that he could muster, reply back,

"Never."

Later on Reborn would secretly preen about how strong he sounded as he voice betrayed nothing. It probably would have left what little pride he still held if he hadn't have then turned around so sharply and painfully banged his thigh on the corner of the table though. But hey, he had been a little distracted. Because right after that rejection Tsuna didn't even looked fazed or hurt or taken aback, not even a little. No, he just smirked, eyes darkening even further as orange bled into brown and let his tongue lick his own lips just enough for the hitman to catch the gesture and purred, "Pity. And here I was, going to throw you my own personal going away party."

That scene and all the possible outcomes that could have played out plagued Reborn's dreams for all the seven days he was gone. Each shot of arousal waking him him up sweaty, irritated and frustrated as he could do nothing to quell the building pleasure nor allow its release.

How did he manage to fall so far? It really spoke volumes how far, how hard the hitman had fallen for the mafia boss, his ex-student, to still endure such indignities. If it had been anything, anyone else Reborn would have just shot them right there and then and take the keys remorselessly from their dying bloody hands. Because no one restricted Reborn. Not a single part of him... Until fucking now.

Once again, how did he manage to fall so far?

And why the hell does a part of him not even mind?

Fuck Verde, that bastard, was right.

Love truly was a terrible, tedious disease that made even the most intelligent stupid.