Title: Lick

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn, but I own this oneshot.

Pairing: Reborn/Tsuna

Authors Comment: I freaking love this pairing, it needs more love. IT NEEDS IT!

Warnings: Suggest content and themes…but no sex. Sorry. : (

~OXO~

Reborn stared at the sluggishly bleeding cut on Tsuna's palm for a moment longer before smirking. He tightened his grip on the slightly worried brunette's wrist and pressed his lips against it. "R-Reborn?" Tsuna sounded confused, good. His dark eyes sparkled with mischief as they bore into Tsuna's, silencing him. The warm liquid stained his mouth as he allowed his lips to part and before Tsuna could bring himself to object, the hit man's tongue was gliding across the cut.

Tsuna flinched gasping at the odd sensation. It stung a bit but beyond that it wasn't that unpleasant. "Wh-what are you," Reborn silenced him by nipping at the wound, "ah!"

"Hush." Reborn murmured kissing his palm almost apologetically. "I'll make it stop." He promised. The pacifier that still dangled around the man's neck began to glow a soft yellow.

His tongue pressed against the cut once more, licking it in a slow sensual manner that made Tsuna shudder and blush. It tingled and felt, kinda good, it didn't even sting this time. When the man pulled away he grabbed Tsuna by the back of his head, tugging him closer and pressing a rough open mouthed kiss one him. His tongue forced its way past his lips and Tsuna whimpered as it entangled with his own. He tasted blood, something he was used to after years of mafia training but somehow tasting his blood on Reborn's lips was different.

At the moment he wasn't quite sure how though. In his defense it was kinda hard to think with Reborn's tongue shoved down his throat. The brunette moaned gripping Reborn's shoulder with his free hand, shuddering when after one final bite to his lower lip, Reborn pulled away.

The Italian smirked at his flushed and panting face, his hand sliding from Tsuna's wrist to curl around the back of his hand. He fisted their hands and pressed the smaller one to his cheek, nuzzling it once before pressing a gentle kiss to the Vongola heir's fingers.

If Tsuna wasn't already blushing, he would be now. As harsh and Spartan as Reborn was, the man was an oddly gentle lover. "Was that really necessary?" He asked through gasps attempting to maintain eye contact with his far too sexy Italian tutor and failing miserably.

The only reply he received was another smirk. "Of course," the hit man purred uncurling Tsuna's fingers and kissing the now healed palm. "After all, healing should be fun."