Ladies and Gents, I present a new A.U.

This will be a Harry Potter/ Katekyo Hitman Reborn crossover.

Harry will be replacing Luce, so if you're looking for something with the exact same plot only with Harry, this IS NOT it. Harry will do his own thing. The plot has no say. Like, at all. It's Harry Potter guys. Master of Death and everything.

This will be a yaoi. It will be Harry x All!Acrobaleno

Disclaimer: I own nothing except nothing.

A nine year old Harry Potter stared dully at the orange flames in his hands.

Well, he thought, this explains the 'freak' comments.

"And I can explain even more, child." A deep voice behind him said. Harry played a little with his flames.

"You can explain why I'm on fire without burning?" He asked back, skeptical as the little orange flame danced almost joyfully around his fingers. Okay, maybe he liked the glowing thing. A little.

"Hahaha, I can do you one better. I can train you in them."

Harry shrugged. "Why would I want training? What would I do with it?"

"What an interesting response. Most people would have jumped on the opportunity." The voice noted almost idly.

"Those people are probably pyromaniacs." Harry answered dryly.

"Or they just have more soul."

Harry frowned. "What?"

"Nothing. So, if you don't want training, what do you want?"

"Why do you want to give me something?" Harry shot back. People didn't like him, at least, not in this neighborhood. Sure, the librarian was alright, but even he was leery on leaving Harry alone with the books. No one did anything for free here.

"Good. Suspicion will help you. I'm going to help you now, so I can get a favor from you later." The voice said (happily?), as though Harry had passed some test.

"No thanks. I don't like owing people." Harry announced, preparing to leave.

"Oh? That's too bad. Enjoy your next few days then." The man's voice responded airily. Harry stopped.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, there are more people like you out there, and they'll find you soon enough. That little flame of yours is pretty valuable. I'd be surprised if you were left alone for longer than two weeks."

Harry shivered. The words themselves weren't the issue, but the way he said valuable…

"And let me guess, you can teach me to hide it?"

"Why, yes, yes I can. But. If I teach you, then I train you. And then you owe me a favor down the line." The deep voice all but cooed.

And this has officially gotten creepy, Harry deadpanned, but if what he's saying is true…

And it probably was. His Aunt and Uncle had clearly known that his flame was a possibility, and if they had known, there had to be others. Normal people sold one another into slavery, if his Aunt and Uncle thought they could make money off him. Well.

But was it worth owing Mr. Creepy later? Who knows what he'd ask? Would he even train him properly?

Still, there was a nagging, so faint it was almost inaudible, telling him to trust this man. That he needed to know what he could teach. That it was vital. Harry wasn't sure how he felt about that.

Taking a deep breath, he came to his decision.

"Okay." Harry said, turning around to face his new teacher.

A checkered mask greeted him.

"Wonderful. You can call me Checker Face. Let's get along, shall we?"

"Checkers." A 16 year old Harry greeted.

"Brat." The man responded, forcing a small smile onto the boy's face. "You've been busy." He continued, almost curious.

It was something Harry had noticed in the seven years they had spent together. Checker Face, or Checkers as Harry called him, never actually changed his voice pitch. Not around him at least. It was always almost curious, almost happy, almost impressed, and, on one rather terrible occasion, almost angry.

Harry felt his smile die.

"Yeah." He answered, a little hollow. "I guess I have."

His training wasn't the only thing that had changed in the seven years.

Magic.

Harry almost wanted to sigh just thinking the word.

Magic had happened when he was eleven. A huge man by the name of Hagrid had introduced him to the new world, much in the same way Checkers had. It had been wonderful. Just as wonderful as learning all the things his Flames could do, but, like with Flames, there had been a darker side to it.

Voldemort. Death Eaters. Incompetent ministry officials.

Everything had come to a head when Harry was only fifteen years old. Voldemort rose and started attacking immediately. Clearly he remembered the orange flames that had nearly killed him when they had first really met when Harry was eleven.

It had been a race then, on who could kill who first. Voldemort wasn't above attacking Hogwarts, or Hogsmeade, or even Little Whighning.

Harry found he was equally as vicious, goading the ministry into raiding all known Death Eater homes and personally hunting down his enemy's Souls Shards, or Horcruxes. Checkers had been disgusted when he found out. According to him, the seven pieces weren't just mundane Shards, they were flames.

Voldemort had been a Sky, at least, until he ripped out his elements and shoved them into receptacles.

It had been a trying moment, when Harry found he had the Lightning shard in his head (though it did help explain why he was so damn suicidal when doing things). But he was able to use his own Mist flames to dispose of it. Checkers was creepy, yeah, but he was also an amazing teacher.

"It's been a year now." Checkers continued. Harry shrugged.

A year, two years, three? What did it matter? The Weasely clan was down to four, Hermione was mute, and Cedric….

Harry hadn't expected the older Hufflepuff. It hadn't been instantaneous, their connection, but when it finally grew, it made itself known. His death had been a turning point for Harry. The last straw.

Checkers explained later, it had been a Guardian bond.

Cedric had become his Rain. He had washed away all the negative emotions, all the anger, all the bitterness and sorrow. When he was killed by Pettigrew (and Harry had made him suffer, oh how he made him suffer, days and days and days) the bond had broke and all the negatives had come rushing back, fueling his fury and hate.

Now though, now all Harry felt was the jagged edges (gone) of where his Rain used to be.

"Is there anything you wanted?" Harry asked, forcing himself out of the memories.

"I'm calling in that favor." Checkers said.

Harry's eyes flew open.

"Now?" He asked, almost pointlessly, why else would he have come, if not now?

"Yes. It will be a series of missions with a select few others, spanning several weeks." Checkers- no, Checker Face explained.

Harry could almost feel the wall coming down between them. Something was going on. Something bad.

"When do I leave?" Harry asked anyway (because this wasn't just Checker Face anymore, it was Checkers. Harry's mentor. The man who had guided him for seven years, through war, and hell, and magic. He had always been there and maybe now it was Harry's turn to help even if it was obvious something terrible would happen if he accepted).

"Tomorrow morning." Checker Face said, a note of finality in his usually monotone voice. It hurt. Hearing the inevitability.

Harry had spent seven years with the man (though sometimes, late at night, he wondered. Was Checkers really a man? Was he even human?) he knew a step back when he heard one. It was like the week after Harry had hugged him for showing him how to use his Sun Flames (to finally heal all the hurts he got in that awful house that was never really a home). The man had been there but not there. He had been professional, and strict. Cold.

Harry made a point to never show such blatant affection again.

"Okay."

And just like seven years ago, Harry felt the pool of both dread and trust pulse inside him.

Harry Potter loved flying.

The freedom, the thrill. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he made a particularly daring move to catch the elusive snitch. Yes, Harry Potter loved flying.

On a broom to be exact.

A 747? Not so much.

So when he had finally gotten off the, quite frankly, ridiculously long flight (two hours in a cramped space was two hours too long) to his destination, he was prepared to punch Checkers in the face and tell him to sod off.

The only thing stopping him, was the painful knowledge that he would then have to board another plane to go back, as he was still technically underage, and could not use magic.

The things he did for his mentor.

Finding the hotel was easy enough, checking into the one three streets down even easier.

If it had been just Checkers, Harry wouldn't have minded sticking around, but as other people were joining…

Harry knew Checkers meant other Flame users, that much was obvious. The problem was, other Flames users meant Mafia. And only an idiot didn't know Mafia meant danger. So. Harry was not sleeping in that hotel. Ever.

Harry checked his watch as he settled into his single. He still had about five hours till the meeting and it was almost lunch. Harry shrugged, why not?

Gathering his money and valuables, Harry decided to eat out. After all, what's the worse that could happen?

Harry took it all back.

Checkers was on his own.

Italy was obviously crazy and no one could convince him otherwise. Ducking into this place was clearly a mistake.

Oh instincts, why have you abandoned me?! Harry thought, despairingly.

"Sir, please, we do not allow animals in our restaurant, if you could please leave your, ehm, squid? Outside, we would be very appreciative." An obviously nervous waiter requested.

"Oodako is obviously an octopus! Idiots shouldn't talk! The great Skull refuses to leave until you beg forgiveness! Hahahaha." A purple teenager shouted back. And , by Merlin, was he ever.

Purple hair, purple eyes, purple clothes, even purple eye liner.

Wonder what his favorite color is. Harry thought dryly. And how is that octopus alive? He wondered, staring at the land locked animal.

Harry couldn't decide which was stranger, the pet or the owner. Harry frowned lightly, why was he attracted here though?

"I'm sorry for getting, um, Mr. Oodako's species wrong, but you must leave. We have a strict no animals policy and-" The waiter tried only to be interrupted.

"Do you know who I am? I am Skull de Mort, the Immortal Stuntman." The teena- Skull, announced, obviously expecting some kind of reaction.

"That's nice? But sir, really-"

"There you are!" Harry called, silently apologizing to the poor waiter. The guy had clearly been trying to make the purple weirdo leave for a while now. And Harry had been feeling this odd, pull towards the teen. Might as well, try and help out. Checkers had always told him to follow his instincts.

"I'm terribly sorry about my older brother here-" "Who the hell are you?!" " -much to drink at the costume party-" "Costume party?! This is the Great Skull's normal wardrobe!" "- must bring him back now. Please excuse us." Harry finished in spite of the purple head's continued injections. Dragging the struggling teen out of the restaurant by his shoulder (is this thing padded?!), Harry all but threw him into the next alley over.

"What the fuck?! Why did you drag me out of there!? I was just about to get my free food!" Skull shouted immediately upon release.

"Because that waiter did nothing to deserve the abuse you were throwing. How would you like it if someone shouted at you like that?" Harry asked calmly.

"Hahaha, no one would dare shout at the Great Skull-" Harry sweat dropped, he could actually hear the capital "- they would run in awe instead."

Harry sighed. Why was he drawn to this idiot? He had all the Malfoy's arrogance, and all the Weasley's stubbornness. Great.

"Alright fine, but what if they don't know who you are?" Harry tried.

"SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW ME?! WHERE?! HOW?! I AM SKULL THE IMMORTAL STUNTMAN, I-" Harry slapped a hand over Skull's mouth, and everything went weird.

Suddenly, all Harry could see was Skull.

And by see, he meant see.

All his hopes, his fears, his dreams and ambitions. Everything that made Skull, Skull was laid bare to him. It was amazing and terrifying, and warm, and it felt like freedom. Like he was running, not away from anything, but for the sheer thrill of it. Never out of breath, never aiming for anywhere in particular, just free. To Harry, who had had the fate of thousands on his shoulders since he was eleven, it was perfect.

And from the look on Skull's face, something similar was happening to him. It should have scared Harry. It would have made him run for the hills. He liked his privacy, his secrets. But this, this felt right. Harry wanted Skull to see. To feel safe and warm and just as free as Harry did. He wanted Skull to be happy and loved and feel like he was finally ho-.

Oh, Harry thought, just before blacking out, so this is what perfect Harmony feels like.

The last thing he saw was panicked Purple eyes focused solely on him.

"-please please please wake up. I have no idea what just happened, but I can't lose you. I can't. I just found you and I don't know why but it means everything and that you can't just-" A familiar voice rambled .

Cloud his mind whispered.

Mine his instinct demanded.

"Sku-ll?" Harry asked drunkenly. He felt great. Like he had drunk a few dozen butterbeers and then spent the night on the softest bed ever only to wake up to a day free of any responsibilities.

"Oh thank God!" The voice, Skull said cried brokenly. "Thank God, thank God, thank God-"

"Skull? What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Harry managed to ask through the fuzziness.

Something was wrong with his Cloud.

He was crying.

And just like that, Harry was completely aware.

"Skull? Skull? Tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?" Harry asked, an unusual surge of panic rising. He made to sit up (when had he fallen down?) only to be held in place.

"Don't you dare move." Skull said uncharacteristically firmly. It wasn't quite an order, but it was close.

Harry settled instantly. He…trusted him. If Skull asked him (demanded) him to stay, he would.

Pleased by Harry's obedience, Skull continued. "You passed out right after the- whatever that was. What was that? Do you know? Are we soul mates or something? Why did you pass out? You aren't allowed to do that anymore. You scared me so bad. I thought you were dead. I didn't know what to do. I know I should have called for help but I could just leave you here alone and-"

"Skull." Harry broke through gently. "I'm okay. What we went through...it's called Harmonization. What do you know about Dying Will Flames?"

Skull eyed the diminutive boy in his arms.

"Dying Will Flames?" He asked.

Harry sighed. "So nothing? Okay, um, picture this. Everyone has a soul and every soul has an element. A very specific one. Depending on the person's will power and personality, they may have something called a Dying Will Flame. There are seven, Sky, Mist, R-rain," Skull's eyes narrowed on the stutter, but he didn't interrupt. "-Storm, Cloud, Mist, and Sun. I…have reason to believe you're a Cloud. A Cloud has the ability of propagation. You can multiply things." Harry smiled wryly. "Cloud's have purple flames, by the way."

"So what's Harmonization?" Skull asked seriously. Harry couldn't help but be proud. He knew (now) that his Cloud was rarely serious, for him to expend such energy on hearing what he had to say…

"It's a Bond. A Guardian Bond. I'm a Sky. I have the ability called Harmony. It lets me, well, Harmonize with people. The Bond we just created, it's very very rare." Harry stressed. "Even among other Sky's and their Elements. It usually takes years to form-" A smiling blonde flashed through Harry's mind "-but what we had was instantaneous. It means we're just that compatible. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle. As your Sky, I'm meant to be someone you can always return to. Your Home. And as my Element, you Guard me. Stand by me."

He hesitated under Skulls strangely (understandably) adoring gaze.

Harry couldn't help the small battle happening inside him. His instincts demanded he stop there. His Cloud had all the information he needed. He didn't need to know anything else about the bond. About how it could be broken.

But his heart, his heart told him to give Skull a chance to back out. Out of the blood of the Mafia. The pain and darkness that came with being bonded to Harry. To let him go.

Harry decided on a middle ground.

"But, this isn't permanent. You don't- you don't have to stay. We can break the bond-" Harry froze.

Lips.

There were lips.

Lips on his lips.

He was being kissed.

"If you think-" kiss "-that I'll let-" kiss "-you go anywhere-" kiss "-without me-" Oh, hello tongue. "-you are very-" kiss "-very-" kiss "wrong."

For a moment, Harry wondered if he was going to pass out again from shock.

Checkers didn't say anything about this. Harry thought dazed.

Feeling a hand begin to creep up his shirt, Harry snapped out of it. Yanking himself away from his amorous Element, Harry took a deep gulp of air.

"That- You just- we don't- You know I'm a guy right?" Harry asked, bewildered. Face red from lack of air (keep telling yourself that).

"Eh? Really?" Skull asked curiously. Harry almost fell over.

I knew it He thought irritated.

"Yes. I'm a guy. Male." Harry gritted out.

Skull laughed and scratched the back of his head.

"Really? Wow. You were so pretty I just kind of assumed…" He trailed off, embarrassed. Harry wished he could yell and rage and demand the purple teen get his eyes checked, but, honestly? He wasn't the first. A lack of nutrient as a child (damn Dursley's) made sure he had a delicate frame, add in his father's messy hair and his mother's features…yeah.

Harry sighed dejectedly.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." He grumbled, looking away from the still sitting teen. "But seriously, I'm a dude. Anyway, do you have any- oh shit."

Skull tensed. "What? What's wrong?"

"You wouldn't happen to know the time, would you?" Harry asked weakly, watching the sun set behind him.

"Oh, sure, it's- shit."

Harry watched the stuntman curiously.

"What?"

"I'm late for a meeting. It's 5:15."

Harry felt a sneaking suspicion rise up.

"I don't suppose your meeting was at Il Migliore at 5?" Harry asked, cautiously.

"Eh? Yeah it was? Hey, are you psychic?"

Harry sweat dropped.

"No, I have the same meeting. Would you like to come with me?" Harry asked, offering a hand to the other.

Skull hesitated.

"Don't worry." Harry assured with a smile. "It's okay now." If he hadn't know anything about Dying Will Flames, he would've been leery about a second touch too.

Skull's answering smile was brilliant.

Omake (When the Cloud found his Sky)

Skull couldn't help but let out a disgruntled shout, "Oodako is obviously an octopus! Idiots shouldn't talk! The great Skull refuses to leave until you beg forgiveness! Hahahaha."

He could feel Oodako tighten his grip on him in thanks. Honestly, these people. Couldn't they see how amazing his partner was? How in awe they should be?

"I'm sorry for getting, um, Mr. Oodako's species wrong, but you must leave. We have a strict no animals policy and-" Okay, this was bullshit.

"Do you know who I am? I am Skull de Mort, the Immortal Stuntman." Skull complained loudly. They should know he never went anywhere without Oodako.

"That's nice? But sir, really-"

"There you are!" A voice suddenly shouted, interrupting the moron in front of Skull. Skull couldn't help but stare at the interloper. Chin length messy black curls, bright green eyes, and pale skin was all he saw before the kid was suddenly bowing to the waiter.

"I'm terribly sorry about my older brother here-" "Who the hell are you?!" Skull demanded. He wasn't this brats brother. " -much to drink at the costume party-" "Costume party?! This is the Great Skull's normal wardrobe!" Now Skull was just offended. "- must bring him back now. Please excuse us." The brat (because what else would he be for interrupting his elders) finished. Moving almost too quickly to be seen, the brat grabbed Skulls shoulder and started dragging him away from the restaurant. Skull was admittedly curious and only struggled a little. At least, he did before he was tossed into a filthy alleyway.

"What the fuck?! Why did you drag me out of there!? I was just about to get my free food!" Skull shouted at the Brat. And he damn well should have after insulting Oodako like that. Honestly, calling him a squid. Were the idiots all blind?

"Because that waiter did nothing to deserve the abuse you were throwing. How would you like it if someone shouted at you like that?" The Brat asked calmly.

"Hahaha, no one would dare shout at the Great Skull, they would run in awe instead." Skull boasted. And if they didn't he'd just sick Oodako on them.

The Brat sighed in what looked like exasperation. Skull felt himself bristle. Was he seriously being lectured by a kid?

"Alright fine, but what if they don't know who you are?" The Brat complained.

"SOMEONE WHO DOESN'T KNOW ME?! WHERE?! HOW?! I AM SKULL THE IMMORTAL STUNTMAN, I-" Then there was a hand on his face and all Skull could see were bright orange eyes.

Brilliant, beautiful, warm orange eyes.

They were everything Skull hadn't known he wanted. His youth had been spent fighting on the streets, just trying to survive. He had always had to fight for food and shelter. But this. Orange eyes promised him everything he had fought for. They offered him a place, a home. One he wouldn't have to fight for, wouldn't have to tear from others just for scraps. This was more than a few words, it was a promise. A promise that no matter how far he wandered, or how long he left, there would always be someone, someplace for him. Just for him. Because he was himself and that was enough.

Something inside him clicked into place, and Skull couldn't stop the feeling of panic and adoration as the orange eyes slipped closed.

"No, no no no no." Skull muttered, catching his- his- just his. Holding the kid close, he tried to waken him only to fail.

Why why why? Why would he only find him now just to lose him? Why would this happen?

For a second Skull considered leaving to get help, only for the rest of him to surge up and demand he Guard the child in his arms. To protect and keep safe and never ever leave, not when the child was weak and fragile, and please please please wake up. Skull had no idea what just happened, but he couldn't lose the child in his arms. He couldn't. Skull just found the child and he didn't know why but it meant everything and he can't just-

"Sku-ll?" A weak (too weak, much too weak) voice asked brokenly.

"Oh thank God!" Skull cried, only slightly surprised by the tears falling down his cheeks. "Thank God, thank God, thank God-"

"Skull? What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?" The kid asked, voice still thick with sleep.

Skull couldn't resist a few more tears of relief.

"Skull? Skull? Tell me what happened? Did someone hurt you?" The wonderful, wonderful teen asked, more alert and concerned. And that concern was one of the most beautiful things Skull had ever heard. Only for it to be ruined by the utterly unwise idea the younger had to move. Skull tightened his arms on the teen.

"Don't you dare move." Skull demanded. Only to feel a thrill of pleasure at the almost instant obedience.

"You passed out right after the- whatever that was. What was that? Do you know? Are we soul mates or something? Why did you pass out? You aren't allowed to do that anymore. You scared me so bad. I thought you were dead. I didn't know what to do. I know I should have called for help but I could just leave you here alone and-" Skull continued, slowly working himself into a panic as he remember the fear he felt when the teens eyes had closed, and his body collapsed.

"Skull." The teen interrupted, voice so soft and soothing, Skull couldn't help but listen. "I'm okay. What we went through...it's called Harmonization. What do you know about Dying Will Flames?"

Skull eyed the diminutive boy in his arms.

"Dying Will Flames?" He asked.

The teen sighed, and Skull felt a pang of shame that he didn't know.

"So nothing? Okay, um, picture this. Everyone has a soul and every soul has an element. A very specific one. Depending on the person's will power and personality, they may have something called a Dying Will Flame. There are seven, Sky, Mist, R-rain," Skull's eyes narrowed on the stutter, but he didn't interrupt. "-Storm, Cloud, Mist, and Sun. I…have reason to believe you're a Cloud. A Cloud has the ability of propagation. You can multiply things." The teen smiled teasingly, and Skull felt a twitch downstairs in response (and Skull would definitely be exploring that later). "Cloud's have purple flames, by the way."

"So what's Harmonization?" Skull asked seriously, a slight flush on his cheeks at the teens prod. Thank God he was wearing make-up.

"It's a Bond. A Guardian Bond. I'm a Sky. I have the ability called Harmony. It lets me, well, Harmonize with people. The Bond we just created, it's very very rare." The teen stressed. "Even among other Sky's and their Elements. It usually takes years to form-" Skull felt something in him tighten, and frowned confused. "-but what we had was instantaneous. It means we're just that compatible. We fit together like pieces of a puzzle. As your Sky, I'm meant to be someone you can always return to. Your Home. And as my Element, you Guard me. Stand by me."

Skull couldn't have stopped the adoring smile if he wanted to. This was his Sky. His home. The person who would always welcome him and care for him and understand him. How could he not adore that? Skull could feel the growing warmth become even hotter at the thought.

"But, this isn't permanent. You don't- you don't have to stay. We can break the bond-" And Skull could not let that pass. Surging forward, Skull asserted his claim on the person in his arms.

"If you think-" kiss "-that I'll let-" kiss "-you go anywhere-" kiss "-without me-" Fuck, the teen even tasted perfect "-you are very-" kiss "-very-" kiss "wrong."

Skull knew he shouldn't be kissing the teen. They had only just met, hell, Skull didn't even know the kids name, but the idea of breaking what was just made. Of losing his home. It made everything inside him demanded he demolish any and all thoughts of breaking from his Sky's mind. And if he got to taste and touch then, who was he to argue?

It was all he could do not to thrust into the teen's sinful warmth.

Skull felt like he was losing himself in the kisses. So sweet and full, even the teens skin was so smooth and silky and delicious. And Skull felt ravenous.

Only, the teen didn't seem to agree and twisted out of his grasp. But Skull settled at the obvious blush on the teens face.

"That- You just- we don't- You know I'm a guy right?" The teen asked, bewildered. Skull licked his lips.

"Eh? Really?" He asked, curious.

Skull had to hold in a laugh at the teen's obvious ire.

"Yes. I'm a guy. Male." The teen forced out.

Skull laughed and scratched the back of his head.

"Really? Wow. You were so pretty I just kind of assumed…" He trailed off, embarrassed. And it was true. The teen was even more gorgeous up close. Long sooty lashes, delicate features, deep pink lips, Skull felt himself harden a little more.

The teen sighed dejectedly.

"Yeah, I get that a lot." He grumbled, looking away from Skull. "But seriously, I'm a dude. Anyway, do you have any- oh shit."

Skull tensed. "What? What's wrong?"

"You wouldn't happen to know the time, would you?" The teen asked weakly, eyeing the area behind Skull.

"Oh, sure, it's- shit."

The teen turned to Skull curiously.

"What?"

"I'm late for a meeting. It's 5:15." Skull answered, concerned at the idea of having to leave his newly found Sky.

"I don't suppose your meeting was at Il Migliore at 5?" The teen asked, cautiously.

"Eh?" Skull turned fascinated eyes on the teen. " Yeah it was? Hey, are you psychic?"

"No, I have the same meeting. Would you like to come with me?" The teen asked asked, offering a hand to the other.

Skull hesitated. Did he want to? Sure, he had come for the title of Seven Strongest, but it was probably going to be dangerous and if the teen went...

Could Skull even protect him? Was he truly worthy of being this perfect creature's Guardian?

(Oh and how he wanted to be. He wanted to belong to this beautiful teen, because if he did he could own him back.)

"Don't worry." The teen assured with a smile. "It's okay now."

And fuck. Skull just knew he was screwed. How was he supposed to say no to that? How were his insecurities supposed to stand a chance?

Skull couldn't have resisted smiling back.