Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! is Amano Akira's

Author's Note: I'd be glad to accept correction for any mistake – be it spelling, punctuation, grammatical or misinformation. This fanfic uses British English, by the way.

Pre-War

Breaths racing towards the same destination and skins drenched in sweat, two bodies collided upon the mattress. While the blond was pulling in and out of his inamorato, no moan escaped from the jet's mouth, only occasional gasps erupted against his will – much against his pride.

An hour before, having made sure that all the next day's preparations had been arranged, the skylark had headed out for the bucking horse's place.

'Stupid herbivore,

If you don't fuck me right now,

I'll bite you to death.'

A smile adorned the Italian's bright countenance. 'You've specially come here just to read me a haiku, Kyouya?'

However, that insolent chuckle of his was soon gone: the Japanese's tongue was occupying his mouth right after a brisk albeit fervid prefatorial kiss.

Seven minutes and twenty-six seconds had been all it took before their clothes lay in disarray on the floor near the bed. They might or might not survive the day after; at present, every second became simply irreplaceable – Hibari's gesture confirmed that. Not only did the Cloud Guardian cling to his ex-tutor for longer than usual, but he also whispered his ex-tutor's first name, which, when compared to their eleven years of routine, was a near miracle itself.

When the dawn came, as ravishing and as crimson as blood, the Vongola and its allies would wage war against the Lucertola of Northern Italy; yet tonight, the two lovers' souls were in a world of their own.