Feeling the larger and more powerful body mounted on top of his more small and skinny form; the love that was pouring out from his golden eyes as that warm smile made his heart pound heavily against his chest; those large, warm hands smoothly gliding down his naked body made him so dizzy with the undeniable pleasure erupting through his body that his mind was all hazy.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was underneath the King's large form himself, body violently trembling from the intense pleasure coursing through his veins; the butterflies that were fluttering in his stomach increased tenfold and he didn't know why. It was the sight of the King's eyes that made him this way; holding all of his love and concern. For his eyes to see only?

It was unbelievable; it made his heart punch against his chest even harder than before.

Vongola Giotto was very handsome for such a young age; a young yet noble face; sharp, narrowed golden eyes that held large authority on the outside and yet compassion and love in the inside; golden blonde, messy hair; a body that was so toned out and large and made so well, crafted out by the Gods themselves he would say. This man could have anyone and anything in the world.

And in the end he had chosen him instead.

"Tsunayoshi-kun," his low, husky voice whispered out to him, sending cold shivers down his spine as lips settled themselves near his ear. To hear his voice so close, so near to him, nearly made Tsunayoshi loose it. "Tsunayoshi." Tsunayoshi tightly closed his eyes, tears forming at the corners. He grabbed hold of his arms tightly and he could feel how toned out they were compared to his arms. "N-n-n-no, don't," he pleaded, moaned out, opening his eyes slightly to look at the Giotto. He felt the hot tears stream down his light brown face and felt warm lips lightly kiss them away. "I love you, Tsunayoshi-kun." Kissing him all over his body, from neck to stomach and finally meeting with his swollen lips. "I love you so much it just hurts not seeing you. Do you know how worried I was when you left me, how much my heart and soul pained just to see you once more? Don't leave me alone again or else I'll surely die this time." And he'd continue whispering such love words to him, kissing him and loving him so, and Tsunayoshi would cry and beg of him to stop. But he didn't have the strength to reject him, for this man had grabbed a huge part of him and held him closely. He didn't lock him in chains, he didn't nail him to the ground.

He just held him so close you'd think they'd melt together and never separate again.

Tsunayoshi had cried. He had stared at Giotto with large eyes for a moment, listening to how much he had missed him, how much he had wanted to leave his duties as king just to search out for his love, before they began to water and spill sad tears down his cheeks. He had turned his whole body away from him and covered his flushed face with both of his small, trembling hands, in hopes for him not to see him cry this way, in hopes that he will forgive him for being so selfish and not realizing how much he had hurt him so, how much he had made him cry, how much he made him want to give away his Kingdom just for him and his return. It ached too much. "I'm sorry!" He had whispered in a shaky voice, but loud enough for Giotto to hear him. "I'm so, so sorry!" and he continued to cry out these apologies, but he knew not even an apology would suffice for what he had done. "I didn't mean to leave you so hurt! I-I just t-thought that you were t-tired of me! I'm so sorry!" Giotto only smiled even more warmly at him now, holding him closely to his chest and quietly hushing him near his ear once more, forgiving him more and more, loving him even more than before. His love for this one boy was everlasting, growing larger and larger each second of the day, and when he'd make love to him, he'd always make sure that it was so sweet that the boy would always moan to him in pure pleasure because of it. The moment Tsunayoshi stepped into his life, he had already helplessly and utterly fallen completely in love with him.

"Tonight," he huskily and lovingly whispered, kissing Tsunayoshi's reddened cheeks and feeling how he shook in pleasure underneath him, "will be special, just for you only–I'll make love to you till my hearts content." Tsunayoshi's tears never stopped, placing his hands on his broad chest and trying to push Giotto away from him. "N-no! Don't!" Of course, it didn't really help. Giotto had leaned down and kissed his cheek, feeling how Tsunayoshi shuddered with a shaky voice. "Let me make love to you, Tsunayoshi-kun, until you understand how much I love you, how much you mean to me," he huskily whispered to him, who whimpered and whined his reply. "N-n-no, I-I don't–ngh . . . ah . . . N-no–Ah~Not there, not there~Sto~op~!"

Holding him close, touching him with soft and tender touches as if he'll break at any moment in his arms. It was just too much for him to take. Tsunayoshi would plead of him desperately to stop his actions, to moan to him how much he doesn't deserve this compassion, this pure love that had surrounded his entire being with open arms, but all Shou did was hold his hand gently and kiss the back and fingers with a low and caring 'mi amore', making Tsuna shiver and moan and cry out in pleasure.

"N-no, s-stop loving m-me," Tsunayoshi had whined to him while they were becoming one once more, pleading eyes shimmering with new tears as he felt even more kisses laid upon his body, burning him. "It's already too late. No matter what I did I couldn't stop my heart and soul from falling helplessly in love with you; I can't control it anymore and I don't want to control it any longer. I love you so much, Tsunayoshi-kun, more than anything in the whole world. I love you so much that I can't take it anymore. Just being separated from you just hurts me and there's no one out there that I'll love even more than you."

"N-no, don't say such things!"

"I love only you, mi amore. Forever."

Tsunayoshi couldn't stop himself from crying, nor could he stop those love words that were gently whispered to him. To only him. He covered his eyes from Giotto, from the world itself, because he wasn't beautiful. He will never be beautiful to anyone's eyes. "No, please, don't," Giotto sadly begged to the boy, who was hiding from him once more. He wants to see his face and he wants to continue seeing it.

Tsunayoshi heard how sad Giotto's words sounded, how hurt he felt and it torn him apart just from the thought of hurting him again. He felt the larger mans hands gently wrap themselves around his small wrists and slowly pull apart his arms, exposing his half-lidded eyes and tear-stricken face. Giotto looked upset, hurt, golden eyes near to tears. "Don't ever hide from me again, my love, because," Giotto released the wrists yet grabbed a hold of Tsunayoshi's shoulders and leaned forward, their faces inches away from each others. Tsunayoshi's breathing hitched up again and he felt how close he was to crying once more, feeling his body violently shake. Giotto held himself back from the boy for a bit because just the sight of the tear-stricken boy, moaning with swollen lips that he continued to kiss over and over again, made him want to make love to this boy so much that Tsunayoshi wouldn't be able to take it anymore. "Even if you run away I'll always–" His lips are next to his ear in seconds, whispering these words, sending powerful vibrations through Tsunayoshi's body.

"N-no . . ."

"–find you."

And he leaned down to his neck and began to lick, making the poor boy cry out and cry more. "N-no! Don't!"

Laying there in the bed, Giotto sleeping next to him, holding him in a protective yet gentle hold and Tsunayoshi lightly shivering. Not from the coldness of the small room Giotto had rented out for their intimate time together, but from the fact that this man was holding him so close, not just in body but in his heart. It made him near at tears just from the thought. After I hurt you so much, you still want me back? He pulled the blankets over his face and blushed. Just how did I end up in this situation in the first place?