Title: Caring is not Sharing

Summary: Or, in which Tsuna is jealous of the attention Reborn is attracting and decides to sneak them out of the ball.

Disclaimer: Katekyo Hitman Reborn! belongs to Akira Amano

Pairing: R27

Warning: OoC-ness; Set anywhere between 5YL and TYL. Rated for suggestiveness… ish.

Caring is not Sharing

Sawada "Tsuna" Tsunayoshi plastered on a pleasant smile as he nodded at appropriate times as another Don in front of him continued making small talk with him. Now, normally, he wouldn't be this rude. No matter how superficial he knew the conversation was, Tsuna will always genuinely participate in the conversation by at least attempting to give some form of replies.

But today, he had something else on his mind.

Something dark –more completely black; like pure darkness, really.

Something like… a certain Armani-wearing ex-Arcobaleno?

"–cimo… Decimo?"

Tsuna blinked rapidly. "S-Sorry?"

"D-Decimo… Are you alright?" The Don asked.

"O-Oh! I'm so sorry." Tsuna apologized profusely. "I…–"

"–Oh! I finally found you, Tsuna!"

Tsuna turned over, smiling brightly at his savior, having realized the voice immediately. "Dino-nii!"

The Cavallone Decimo grinned as he stopped beside Tsuna, a glass of wine in hand. "Oh. My deepest apologies, Don Cassa. Was I interrupting you?"

"Oh no. Of course not." Cassa replied hastily. "I-I shall take my leave now, Vongola Decimo, Cavallone Decimo." He bowed and disappeared into the crowd.

Tsuna sighed in relief. "Thank goodness… You saved my life."

Dino chuckled, "What got you so distracted, otouto?"

"N-Nothing." Tsuna shook his head. "Can we duck out for a bit? This place is killing me."

"Sure." Dino nodded, leading the two Bosses out to the balcony.

"I still hate balls and parties." Tsuna grumbled as he took in a deep breath of fresh air. "What's the point of this party anyway?

"Well, it's Vongola's Annual Ball. It's practically the grandest event of the Mafia every year." Dino said. "With Vongola's large number of alliances, along with the many more who want to join… Just about all the Famiglia in Italy are gathered here. Even those whose headquarters are overseas make it a point to attend too. It's a time where information is shared and deals are made. At the same time, it is the one time everyone can really relax and lower their guards; just a little bit, because scuffles and fights are forbidden during these five to seven hours."

Tsuna stared at Dino quietly before a mischievous grin broke out on his face. "Thank you, Dino-nii. If I ever want to make an advertisement for the annual Vongola Ball, I'll definitely look for you for my spokesperson."

Dino didn't hesitate to whack his surrogate younger brother over the head. Tsuna pouted as he leaned against the balcony railing, glancing into the ballroom.

There were various ballrooms in the Vongola estate. For today's event, the largest ballroom was selected because of the sheer amount of guests attending. The largest ballroom was situated at the center of the estate, a separate building on its own. The building had two floors; the first being the reception area while the second was where the actual ballroom is. A long desk was placed downstairs between the two stairs that spiraled inwards, leading to the second floor. Two hours ago, Gokudera and a few Mafioso from the Storm division diligently received the guests as they checked the attendance against the sent invitation while Ryohei and the Sun division, ushered the guests upstairs. Yamamoto had worked in tandem with the chefs of Vongola to prepare the night's buffet, with inputs from Vongola Decimo himself. As far as he could tell, Tsuna still hadn't seen anything that would make him regret letting Chrome and Mukuro, along with the Mist division, handle the drinks and Hibari was doing an excellent job at security with the Cloud division.

The decorations for the entire building were entrusted to the Lambo and his Lightning division, with supervision from the Vongola Storm Guardian and inputs from Tsuna. The old red curtains were all torn down and replaced with fresh golden satin ones that lined the entire building as well as the stage. Even though he faced the possibility of not finishing on time, Lambo had gone ahead and ordered for all the chandeliers to be carefully taken down to clean and polish before replacing them. Round tables lined the ballroom with the central area bare for the guest to mingle freely and dance, if they wished.

Tsuna couldn't be prouder of his youngest Guardian for the spectacular job. Not simply because of the decorations but also because of the maturity he had shown during the assignment. Tsuna always knew that Lambo had security issues due to him being the youngest of the Guardians. As a result of his issues, Lambo had a tendency to insist on carrying out whatever tasks he was given without any help in his attempt to prove that he is as capable as the older Guardians. This time, perhaps it was because he was well aware that this is a very important event, Lambo had put his own pride aside and had periodically gone to Gokudera for help. Tsuna could tell that the silverette was proud too, for he had lent his assistance when asked without a single shred of tease.

"They did a really good job, huh."

Dino's words broke Tsuna out of his thoughts as the brunette nodded. "I'm impressed. And very proud." Dino glanced at him inquisitively. Tsuna explained with a smile, "They pretty much handled everything you see tonight. I had a lot of paperwork to sort out after the recent summit and war between the Gallo Famiglia and Russo Famiglia, so having this ball was giving me quite a migraine. Gokudera came up to me one day and practically demanded that I hand over whatever I have on hand with regards to the preparation of the ball. And then, like the leader of the Guardian he is, he sorted out the jobs among the Guardians and they took care of the affair. The only thing I really did was to sign the invitations and gave some input here and there."

Dino whistled, "They really are maturing into true Guardians, aren't they."

Tsuna smiled. "Yes, they are."

"And you're also settling into the role of Vongola Decimo." Dino remarked.

"I suppose so." Tsuna nodded. "I used to think that if I ever accepted the role, I will definitely regret it. As it turns out, I didn't."

"I'm sure there's one other very important reason why you accepted." Dino smirked, glancing into the crowd.

Tsuna followed his line of sight and blushed. "D-Dino-nii…!"

Dino laughed. "Well, I'm going back in now. Romario must have looked all over for me already." Dino turned to Tsuna. "Are you coming?"

"In a bit." Tsuna said, waving a hand at his surrogate older brother.

"Okay. See you later." Dino replied and dipped back into the crowd.

Tsuna sighed and leaned back against the balcony railing again, trapping the cloak he wore securely around him. Without meaning to, his eyes trailed back to a certain spot in the crowd. While the ball was originally supposed to be a white tie event, Tsuna had objected and changed to simply formal wear instead, arguing that while it is true that the ball was basically a more elegant way of the Mafia's gathering, it was also a night for everyone to stand down and relax, so there was no need for it to be so formal. As such, all the males –be it the Bosses themselves or their Right-Hand men– came in variations of the black jacket and pants matched with white dress shirts and ties, while the ladies –some Bosses themselves, but mostly companions– came in dresses of various lengths, designs and colors.

The Guardians, being part of the hosts of the event, had abandoned the white dress shirt and instead wore dress shirts whose colors matched their respective flame colors. As the main host of the event, Tsuna was (forced into) wearing a white suit and pants, matched with an orange dress shirt and a white tie.

Him, on the other hand, came in a full black suit and a black dress shirt, matched with black silk tie. He had abandoned his usual fedora, so his jet black hair, carefully jelled and fashioned, was clearly visible.

Tsuna swallowed nervously and willed the images in his mind to disappear –or, at least, go somewhere else for the time being. The blush that had spread across his cheeks quickly faded away, replaced by a scowl when he saw him surrounded a few ladies, intent on asking him to dance with them. Tsuna clenched his fists tightly as a horrible feeling hit him. He knew what that feeling was, of course, but Tsuna honestly never expected it to happen to him.

The brunette groaned and squeezed his eyes shut, turning away, missing the knowing smirk on the other's face as he politely rejected the ladies.

Tsuna took in a few deep breaths to calm himself before opening his eyes again, only to swallow hard when he found smoldering twin onyx staring at him from across the ballroom. Tsuna's blush came back full force, pouting when he found the other smirking at his actions. The blush faded away again as another lady walked up to him, standing a little closer than Tsuna liked. The brunette stifled a snarl as he spun around and walked between two floor-length windows. Tsuna reached up to his ear where an earpiece was. All the Guardians had the same set of earpiece for the evening for communication purposes since it was almost impossible to find one another once they separated in the crowds.

"Hayato? Can you hear me?"

It took a while, but his earpiece finally crackled to life as the familiar voice of his Right-Hand man rang through.

"Yes, Jyuudaime. I hear you."

Tsuna was rarely so impulsive, but he really couldn't stand it any longer.

"Hayato, I'm feeling a little light-headed–"

"–Jyuudaime, are you–"

"–Yes, I'm alright. I've been working a little late recently, so I'm probably just tired."

"Where are you, Jyuudaime? I'll escort you back."

"No, I see Reborn. I'll get him to walk with me. Listen, Hayato, I want you to let the ball go on until time, then close it for me. Help me apologize to the guest, and tell them I didn't announce my leave because I wanted them to enjoy the ball."

"…Okay, Jyuudaime. I understand. Please be careful."

"Of course. Reborn will be with me, remember?"

"Yes. Please rest early then."

"Okay."

Tsuna chuckled when he cut off the connection. Rest early, he says. If things go the way I think it will, I very much doubt I'll 'rest early'. Tsuna took in one last breath to calm himself before ducking back into the crowd, methodically making his way across the ballroom towards his target. He forced the scowl off his face when he saw another someone else standing next to him. Tsuna strode casually over and politely cleared his throat.

"O-Oh…! Vongola Decimo…!" The lady blushed and bowed.

"My sincerest apologies. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Tsuna said in the most pleasant tone he could conjure up at the moment.

"Oh. N-No…" The lady answered quietly.

"I see." Tsuna nodded. "I'm very sorry, but I need to borrow this gentleman for a bit. I do hope you don't mind?" Tsuna asked.

"Of course, Vongola Decimo." The lady bowed and quickly took her leave.

Said 'gentleman' was still smirking smugly. Tsuna growled lowly and all but dragged him out of the ballroom, striding towards the main building in the Vongola HQ. Other than a few snickers escaping his lips (which only served to make Tsuna speed up more), he allowed himself to be tugged along by the fuming Vongola Decimo.

Tsuna pulled his bedroom door open so violently, he pondered for a split moment if he had pulled the door off its hinges. As it was, he didn't. The brunette pulled his partner in and kicked the door shut, slamming said partner against the door before smashing their lips together furiously. Tsuna thrust him tongue into the other's mouth, mapping the cavern thoroughly. His victory was short-lived though, because the other was apparently only letting him win for just a tiny while before utterly taking control of the make-out session. Tsuna couldn't help but let out a moan and felt the other smirking.

Tsuna heaved heavily as they broke apart, taking in the much needed air as he glared at the other –not that it really had an effect, considering how his face looked redder than ever.

"Had your fun yet?"

Tsuna shivered at the low baritone.

"R-Reborn… Umm…"

The hitman smirked predatorily as he stalked towards Tsuna. The brunette gulped and slowly backed away, swallowing when he felt his legs hit the edge of his bed.

Guess I am really not resting early tonight…

Reborn loosened his tie. In a flash, he had Tsuna pinned on the bed with his arms above as he crashed their lips together once more. This time, Reborn dominated the kiss completely, not allowing Tsuna a single chance to retaliate. Tsuna groaned and sighed, letting Reborn do whatever he wished. The hitman chuckled as he pressed a knee between Tsuna's spread legs. The brunette's eyes snapped opened as he moaned loudly into the kiss. Reborn finally allowed Tsuna some mercy as he broke the kiss, watching the flushed face twist into a pout.

"You… tease…!"

Reborn chuckled again, leaning down to nibble on an earlobe. Tsuna gasped and bit down on his bottom lip, determined to not make another sound. Reborn smirked as he murmured into Tsuna's ear, "Just so you know… Seeing you jealous turned me on very much," as he ground his hips into the other's below.

"R-Reborn…!" Tsuna whined. "S-Stop -ahh- teasing m-me…!"

Reborn smirked as he pulled off his tie with a hand and tied Tsuna's hands together above his head. Tsuna gulped at the predatorily look on his boyfriend's face.

"Well, since you so nicely asked…"

Tsuna shivered; did Reborn just… purr?

"…Get ready. Because you won't be able to leave this bed –let alone walk– when I'm done with you."

A/N: *blushes*I can't believe I just wrote that. The original idea was Reborn being amused with the idea of a jealous Tsuna but somehow… that came out. I have written plenty of suggestiveness before but… GYAHH! *blushes*

Umm, guys? Is T-rated enough or should I bump it up to M? Really need your feedback on this.

And thanks for reading as always!