Cavallone was never quiet. Not during their constant training sessions as he laughed wildly and brandished his whip, pointing out his weaknesses and flaws like it was his business to do so. Not when he met with Sawada and the rest of his crowding lot, when he was always eager to give his opinions and offer his advice to the herbivores, who so desperately needed it in the first place. Not during their little "dates" (as Cavallone insisted on calling them) when the expensive sake flowed freely and he took the chance to talk about the trivial happenings in his own life, and dared to get curious about Kyouya's. Not when Kyouya took Cavallone back to his house - into his domain - and pressed him down against his futon, drew moans, gasps and husky, entrancing words from his lips that would make the purest person on earth blush.By the time Kyouya had realised this, it was too late.Cavallone was never still. When Kyouya ran at him, tonfas raised and ready to strike, he laughed and dodged away with flawless precision - provided one or more of his men were close by - as if the strike had no chance of hitting him in the first place. In meetings he never sat still; he was always tapping one of his feet, uncrossing and recrossing his legs, tapping his fingertips against the tabletop, looking at Kyouya and trying to get his attention. When they went on their "dates", he always tried to grab Kyouya's hand, hug him so tightly that Kyouya was afraid that he'd never let go, direct Kyouya's face towards his own so he could kiss him long and deep and slow. Not when Kyouya had naked beneath him, unhurriedly moving inside of him while Cavallone's fingers clawed at his back, while his toes curled against Kyouya's hips.By the time Kyouya had realised this, it was too late.Cavallone never took his eyes off him. His eyes remained fixed on Kyouya while they sparred, like a carnivore stalking its prey and that alone made Kyouya smirk and think he might not be as blonde and friendly and herbivorous as first assumed. Not when Sawada called them all together to discuss alliances and strategy, and although Cavallone always answered immediately when questioned, everyone knew who he was staring at and it frustrated Kyouya more than he'd ever admit. Kyouya always caught him staring at him while he ate his meal and Cavallone's own food went cold; when he pointed this out, Cavallone would simply smile and keep on staring, and Kyouya swore he'd bite him to death at the first given chance. Cavallone watched Kyouya as he slid down his body, leaving open-mouthed kisses along splashes of blue flame to see if they tasted different to the rest of his skin, before he finally began teasing sensitive flesh with the tip of his tongue and watched with satisfaction as Cavallone's eyes finally, finally fluttered closed.By the time Kyouya had realised this, it was too late.
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