King of my heart

by Linda

Unbeta'ed. Sorry for any mistake.

Paring: G27

Genre: romance, historic theme

warning: yaoi

I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

So here they stand in their secret place. It is a quiet clearing in the forest away from preying eyes and ears, and the place just he and his lover know. He takes the other's hands tenderly in his, pulling him close to his body, and his lover willingly comes into his arms. He is so happy for tonight is one of those few nights that he could meet his young lover.

Giotto sneaks one of his hands around Tsuna's thin waist, and presses his body against the other firmly. His other hand is on Tsuna's cheek to tilt his lover head slightly so that he can gaze into those heart-warming caramel orbs. Tsuna's pale skin seems to illuminate when the moonlight kiss his skin and makes his blushes a pretty shade of red. Tsuna got embarrassed and tries to look away by pressing his face into his chest. But Giotto's hand is relenting as he firmly holds the other's face. He gives him a loving smile, and then he leans slightly towards Tsuna.

He could smells the familiar scent of freshly baked bread coming from his lover, before he captures those soft, soft lips. The kiss is tender and loving, but he can feel the hunger in him raising and demanding for more. So, he runs in tongue on the other's lips, begging to let him in. Just as Tsuna slightly parts his lips, Giotto hungrily thrusts his tongue inside the other's mouth.

Tsuna mourns from the passion Giotto is expressing and tentatively moves his hands to wrap around Giotto's neck. Giotto runs his tongue along Tsuna's teeth, the roof of his mouth and every nook and cranny his tongue could reach, savoring his lover's honey sweet taste. Tsuna just mourns louder, he could not see or hear anything. All he knows at that moment are the slightly chap lips pressed against his and the tongue that is now asking his shy one to come out and play. So he runs his own tongue along the other's and shudders with every twist and rubs.

After what seems like forever the two pull away. Giotto tugs Tsuna to the nearby tree. He sat down with his back against the tree and has Tsuna sit on his lap, and runs his hand through his lover's soft and fluffy brown hair.

The two just sit there for long hours talking about every topic under the sky, enjoying each other company and Giotto just whispering sweet-nothings to Tsuna.

When the moon is already high up, Tsuna moved away from Giotto's lap, and Giotto lets him because he though the brunette is about to go back just like usual. Instead, Tsuna sits down in front of him.

"Giotto, I can't meet with you anymore," said Tsuna while looking down, unable to meet Giotto's eyes, "Tonight is the last."

Author: this story isn't supposed to be one-shot nor is it supposed to end with anguish. But I won't be uploading another chapter. I'm just posting this because I belatedly found out that Giotto's birthday is on 1st Jan.

and sorry if this is crappy. But I don't want to write anymore. It's really, really late and I need to get up early tomorrow.