A/N: Not dead. Quick drabble, enjoy!

Rating: T

Warning: adult language, adult situations, character relationships referenced, implied sexual content, exhibitionism, voyeurism, homosexuality, AU

Summary: Tsuna came to the library to study, honest. Reborn had other ideas.

Proposition

A loud moan interrupted the quiet of the library.

Tsuna's face was flushed, eyes wide and lips bit-swollen, and his heart was beating too fast in his chest. Another moan came, quieter but longer, masculine compared to his own quiet gasp. The increasing noise was followed by the rattling of a few books and Tsuna winced when the entire shelf shook a bit as well, hoping the entire thing would stay upright and not expose him.

He couldn't believe this was happening. He'd just come to the library to find a secluded corner and study for his college finals, honestly.

And now there were two people having sex.

Two people that weren't him.

No, he was sitting rigidly in his seat maybe a dozen feet away nearly dying from the sheer embarrassment of being in this position, face beet red and hidden in the crease of his textbook as he gnawed anxiously on his lower lip. He couldn't leave without the couple realizing there was someone unwillingly listening to their, ahem, activities, but he couldn't just stay until they were finished. Jesus, he was an adult, what kind of twenty-two year old was he?

The absolute worst part was that he wasn't alone.

Because his bad luck just had to kick the humiliation up a few notches, he was stuck listening to live porn while sitting just a few tables away from one of the most devastatingly attractive men he'd ever seen in his life.

Dark eyes, sharp cheekbones, an angular jaw, spiked jet-black hair, an infuriatingly secretive and beautiful half-smile. A face and body carved from marble by the gods if Tsuna ever saw one. God, the man was physically practically perfect, but he was also so obviously out of Tsuna's league. He didn't even seem bothered by all the noise or the increasing frequency of it, just sat perfectly composed and relaxed in a sleek black suit that Tsuna just knew cost more than one of his literature scholarships, and once in a while he'd tilt his face up from the foreign newspaper in his lap and just look at him with that blood-boiling, life-ruining smirk of his.

And guess what? Every. Single. Time. Tsuna would blush and bury his head in his notebook, embarrassed at being caught and angry for even staring in the first place.

This pattern of insanity had been going for about fifteen minutes now – and god how long were those two going to keep at it? It'd been over twenty minutes now, didn't they have things to do besides each other? – and honestly the noise was starting to get to him. He wasn't a pervert, okay? He was a healthy young man with a healthy libido and those kinds of sounds were hard to ignore or not react to, so it wasn't his fault he couldn't stand up and walk away from it all at the moment, especially with an impossibly good-looking human being right in front of him. Waddling away half-hard seemed less appealing than being caught at the moment.

Tsuna quietly groaned into his Japanese Literature notes and cursed ever taking advice from someone else about a "great atmosphere" for studying.

I'm never listening to Mukuro ever again.

It was another long, awkward minute before someone cleared their throat. Tsuna's head shot up only to find dark eyes and a teasing smirk looking down at him. He resisted the urge to whip around to check and see if the disgustingly handsome man had actually meant to stalk up to someone else that was equally as painfully attractive.

He hadn't. Well then.

"Uh…"

Oh no, this was so not the time to pop a boner. He wasn't a hormonal teenager more dammit! Think of gross stuff like blood and guts, that time Hibari-san broke a guys leg, Gokudera and Yamamoto having sex, Nezu-sensei naked– okay, that worked.

"Hi?" he squeaked. Squeaked.

The smirk grew wider, predatory, and Tsuna had to furiously imagine walking in on his parents during their more intimate moments before he exposed himself as an unwilling creeper. The man leaned down, face coming alarmingly close, and Tsuna could feel the back of the chair digging into his spine as he tried to move away on instinct. His heart was jack rabbiting in his chest and the feeling of being caught like prey did nothing to settle the nervous energy thrumming through his limbs. His lungs nearly seized when he felt the strangers warm breath brush his ear and shivered at the deep tenor voice that sent spikes of lust straight through him.

"Name's Reborn. I've been watching you bite your lips and tease me for twenty minutes, Dame-Tsuna." Tsuna shivered, confused and dazed. "I'll bring my car around in five minutes. Either you can join me for the night or you can enjoy the free show. Your choice."

The promise to absolutely ruin him was clear and before Tsuna could shake himself out of his stupor, the man was gone, leaving him alone with rattling bookshelves and heavy breathing.

He stared at his notes. His notes stared accusingly back at him. He had two exams in three days. He couldn't just–

He'd never packed so quickly before in his life.

"Oi, idiot! I told you not to be so loud! I knew having sex in the library was a bad idea."

"Haha, but you were the one moa-"

"Shut up! No one heard anyway."

Yamamoto nuzzled Gokudera's shoulder affectionately, laughing at the others irritated but secretly pleased expression as they fixed their clothes and walked out from behind the bookshelves.

"Whatever you say, Hayato."

A/N: Ideas are always welcome!