Drabble: Every Walk of Life (Dino/Hibari)
Title: Every Walk of Life
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Prompt: grey (from 20paperplanes)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pointless sap like... omg
Word Count: 672
Note: Idk how trying to write an Inception fic gave birth to this piece of sapfluffsap instead :|
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His mother always said that there were two kinds of love worth having. The first was a love at its most intense, fuelled by youth. The second was a love at its fullest, tempered by age.
At twenty-two, Dino thought he had found the first-and if he found it in a fifteen-year-old boy (a fifteen-year-old homicidal boy), at least he had broken so many laws being what he was that to add another to the list scarcely made a difference. This was a rollercoaster ride, frantic touches of awkward hands on heated skin, rough pulls and pushes, knees and thighs and aching pressure as the heat of sun-scorched tiles soaked into their bones. Kyouya would claw his back and break his skin with teeth and nails alike, and the small noises he tried to keep down while his throat wanted to push them out were enough to make Dino grin and come with a half-choked laughter.
Later, he would send roses or what gift as struck his fancy to the office of the Disciplinary Committee, and would continue to do so every week until he could steal a chance to visit again.
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At thirty-two, he still found himself in a similar situation if different settings. Instead of school rooftops, there were hotel rooms and soft bed with comfortable sheets to get lost in. Instead of roses, there were boxes of beautiful kimonos and sleek, perfectly tailored Italian suits to replace the quota of ripped and bloodstained clothes his lover would fill every week. Granted, Kyouya would always leave before morning crept in-except when Dino managed to impose his presence in the Cloud Guardian’s domain-but he still appeared, all blazing anger and rippling Cloud flames when rumours of the Cavallone Family getting into a spot of trouble and their don being wounded in a fray got around.
It was one of those times where Dino was torn between feeling alarmed and ridiculously happy, but he settled for the latter when Kyouya kissed him with a growl, tasting of blood and something sharp like jealousy.
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At forty-two, he had developed a habit to reach over to the other side of the bed when he woke up. It was not quite a fifty-fifty chance, but Dino liked to start the day with little hopes a warm glow between his fingers. The mornings when Kyouya was there always brought a smile to his lips. He could not get enough of the warmth and the contented feeling bursting in his chest at the sight of his lover asleep, or padding slowly to the bathroom in a loose t-shirt, hair mussed and eyes barely slits. If that wasn't a miracle, he didn't know what was.
As it happened, the demand for him to take a wife had quietened over the years. Dino just wasn't sure if his stubbornness eventually paid off or the rest of the Family simply backpedalled under the Cloud Guardian’s deadly glare. Either way, he was happy.
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At fifty-two, he had been so used to Kyouya’s presence that to discover him not there some mornings threw him off-balance. Absence was marked in little things, like the difference of a voice over the line, a comment which went unsaid for lack of a listener, a solitary dinner with one set of cutleries instead of a pair. The incongruence made him think about love; the second, he still remembered the hum of his mother’s voice, was a love to grow old and grey with as they walked the rest of the road life still kept hidden ahead. When Kyouya returned six weeks later, Dino pressed a kiss to the base of his neck and felt the skin, the warmth, the pulse.
Every year on the fifth of May, he would give Kyouya a Cloud ring as a birthday present. This year, inside the box sat a simple one, white gold with their names inscribed within.
Looking back, he wondered how he could have ever thought of walking down that road with any other person.
End
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Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairing: Dino/Hibari
Prompt: grey (from 20paperplanes)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Pointless sap like... omg
Word Count: 672
Note: Idk how trying to write an Inception fic gave birth to this piece of sapfluffsap instead :|
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His mother always said that there were two kinds of love worth having. The first was a love at its most intense, fuelled by youth. The second was a love at its fullest, tempered by age.
At twenty-two, Dino thought he had found the first-and if he found it in a fifteen-year-old boy (a fifteen-year-old homicidal boy), at least he had broken so many laws being what he was that to add another to the list scarcely made a difference. This was a rollercoaster ride, frantic touches of awkward hands on heated skin, rough pulls and pushes, knees and thighs and aching pressure as the heat of sun-scorched tiles soaked into their bones. Kyouya would claw his back and break his skin with teeth and nails alike, and the small noises he tried to keep down while his throat wanted to push them out were enough to make Dino grin and come with a half-choked laughter.
Later, he would send roses or what gift as struck his fancy to the office of the Disciplinary Committee, and would continue to do so every week until he could steal a chance to visit again.
-
At thirty-two, he still found himself in a similar situation if different settings. Instead of school rooftops, there were hotel rooms and soft bed with comfortable sheets to get lost in. Instead of roses, there were boxes of beautiful kimonos and sleek, perfectly tailored Italian suits to replace the quota of ripped and bloodstained clothes his lover would fill every week. Granted, Kyouya would always leave before morning crept in-except when Dino managed to impose his presence in the Cloud Guardian’s domain-but he still appeared, all blazing anger and rippling Cloud flames when rumours of the Cavallone Family getting into a spot of trouble and their don being wounded in a fray got around.
It was one of those times where Dino was torn between feeling alarmed and ridiculously happy, but he settled for the latter when Kyouya kissed him with a growl, tasting of blood and something sharp like jealousy.
-
At forty-two, he had developed a habit to reach over to the other side of the bed when he woke up. It was not quite a fifty-fifty chance, but Dino liked to start the day with little hopes a warm glow between his fingers. The mornings when Kyouya was there always brought a smile to his lips. He could not get enough of the warmth and the contented feeling bursting in his chest at the sight of his lover asleep, or padding slowly to the bathroom in a loose t-shirt, hair mussed and eyes barely slits. If that wasn't a miracle, he didn't know what was.
As it happened, the demand for him to take a wife had quietened over the years. Dino just wasn't sure if his stubbornness eventually paid off or the rest of the Family simply backpedalled under the Cloud Guardian’s deadly glare. Either way, he was happy.
-
At fifty-two, he had been so used to Kyouya’s presence that to discover him not there some mornings threw him off-balance. Absence was marked in little things, like the difference of a voice over the line, a comment which went unsaid for lack of a listener, a solitary dinner with one set of cutleries instead of a pair. The incongruence made him think about love; the second, he still remembered the hum of his mother’s voice, was a love to grow old and grey with as they walked the rest of the road life still kept hidden ahead. When Kyouya returned six weeks later, Dino pressed a kiss to the base of his neck and felt the skin, the warmth, the pulse.
Every year on the fifth of May, he would give Kyouya a Cloud ring as a birthday present. This year, inside the box sat a simple one, white gold with their names inscribed within.
Looking back, he wondered how he could have ever thought of walking down that road with any other person.
End
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