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His, Part One

Author: Bligy

Summary: An eighteen year old Tsuna finds that there’s more to maintaining his family than kicking ass.

Warnings: NC-17, Sex with multiple partners and Tsuna angsting like a mad beast

Pairings: GuardiansxTsuna (Except Ryohei)

Author’s Note: This was written as a response to the Katekyo Hitman Reborn Kink Meme on livejournal, but it was too long to place as a simple response. Therefore, I placed it on here instead. I know it doesn’t exactly match exactly what the anon requested, therefore, this is part one… and I’ll write the rest later XP.

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It started when he was eighteen. Why eighteen? He didn’t really know, and considering that most people didn’t even consider him attractive, he didn’t really understand why it happened then either.

But still, around his eighteenth birthday, he had this… dream. Not that weird, squicky dream of fourteen where you’re running to the bathroom in extreme embarrassment and horror, praying that Lambo wasn’t lurking around to howl in laughter at your pathetic expense.

Except… compared to those dreams, this dream was far more... real.

At first, Tsuna hadn’t even really understood what was going on; simply that something was blowing his mind. In fact, it wasn’t until he was almost through dream that he even comprehended that someone was doing said blowing, and that the blowing was actually… erm… well…

…

Tsuna blinked in awareness, arm over his eyes to block out the harsh light while his body adjusted to its harsh breathing and extreme discomfort… or… something. He wasn’t quite sure whether it was discomfort or not, just that it felt… weird.

“Unngh!” he groaned, his hips jerking up in response to some stimuli he, as of yet, couldn’t identify.

Panting and moaning under his breath, he squirmed as the feeling of… somethingincreased within him.

“Wait… wait… oh… God, please!” Tsuna begged. What was he begging? He really, really didn’t know.

He heard a distinct chuckle echo around him and his body froze, just on the edge of what he was finally recognizing as an orgasm. He… knew that chuckle.

A shiver of horror-filled-pleasure rushed up his spine as he came with only a touch of something warm and wet to his erection.

“What…?” Tsuna gasped, too exhausted to move and still unable to move his arm from his eyes for fear of blindness.

“You beg so beautifully, Sawada Tsunayoshi,” the voice of his strange dream visitor whispered directly into his ear, and Tsuna couldn’t help but rip his arm away and open his eyes, staring into the mismatched orbs of Rokudo Mukuro.

…

Tsuna’s back jerked in a spasm as he jolted out of his disturbing dream.

“Huh…?” he asked no one as he attempted to regain his balance between illusion and reality. What the hell was that?

In his disorientation, it took him a good few seconds to realize that Reborn was sitting at the edge of his bed. He was far too used to this to shriek anymore, but with the unsettling dream, he couldn’t help that his breath caught in his throat.

“Wha--at happened?” Tsuna begged, hoping that his still-baby tutor may actually be able to answer some of his questions.

“Why are you the Tenth Boss of Vongola, Tsuna?” Reborn chirped, far too cheerful to be real.

“Uh… ‘cuz my grandpa was the--,” Tsuna started, but was stopped with a swat to the head with a suddenly-in-paddle-form-Leon.

“Wrong!” Reborn stated, his voice still high and unbothered. “You are the Tenth because the people around you wanted you to be so. So much so that some of your former enemies are now, not only your allies, but your strongest Guardians. Correct?”

“Uh… I… guess? But, isn’t that a little presumptuous, Reborn? I mean, I don’t really think anyone other than Mukuro tried to kill me… okay, maybe Hibari once or twice… well, I guess Gokudera… umm… Reborn, why does this matter?” Tsuna rambled for a minute, surprised that Reborn hadn’t smacked the stupid out of him yet. Tsuna wasn’t exactly at his best in the morning, especially not after dreams like that.

“People don’t follow people out of blind faith, unless the person has exhibited a reason to do so,” Reborn stated diplomatically, once more a baby instructing a nearly-grown-adult in the ways of life. “Should that reason no longer be a good enough, it only serves to reason that they would look for something else.”

Tsuna blinked at his tutor in blind ignorance. There had to be some sort of trick to that statement that he couldn’t be expected to understand this early in the morning!

“You’ll be starting new training today,” Reborn stated in conclusion, seemingly unbothered by Tsuna’s lack of understanding (as he always was).

“Ah! New training! But Reborn, it’s nearly the end of semester! I have exams! I have… sports and… and other stuff and the other training that you’ve got me doing, and I’m still--!” Tsuna cut off with the presence of gun-Leon pointed at his head.

“It’s early in the morning, Tsuna… do you have anything you’d rather do before dying?” Reborn asked, his eyes sparkling in mischief and giving no ground.

“Uh… sleep?” Tsuna mumbled, backing away and biting his tongue.

Reborn placed his Leon-gun away and hopped off his bed, walking out of his room in his pajamas, probably to go get changed in whatever other-dimension that his tutor summoned up to do so.

Tsuna yawned and shuffled, realizing for the first time that, much in comparison to his fourteen-year-old body when this entire disaster had started, he had… erm… came in his PJs.

“Urgh!” Tsuna grunted, hiding his face in his hands and praying to whatever gods were listening that Lambo wasn’t waiting for him in the halls with one of his ill-planned ambushes.

…

So far so good… over halfway through the day and Reborn hadn’t shown up anywhere to enforce this new ‘training’ on him yet.

As Tsuna walked through the halls, he noted absently that things had changed so much since the time he was merely fourteen years old, still denying with tooth and nail that he was going to be the Tenth and getting beaten every second hit by some new enemy or another.

It had been… a long time. It hardly seemed that way, but three years had passed, and in those three years, he had fought innumerable enemies, some of which still gave him nightmares if he thought about them for too long.

Now, he was generally surprised if he even needed to go into Dying Will Mode to defeat most of the other mafia threats to him and his family. They hadn’t had a serious threat in… awhile, probably months, and he just knew that certain members of his ‘Guardians’ were itching to bash in a few heads… such as the one lingering menacingly at the end of the hallway.

Why was Hibari Kyouya still at school, when he should have left around the same time as Sasagawa Ryohei? Well… he didn’t have a clue. Whenever Gokudera, Yamamoto and he debated, it was usually down to the fact that Hibari was a phantom of the school or that the kid was raised by aliens and could never leave Namimori for fear of his head exploding (which had been proved false on numerous occasions, but hey, it was kind of fun to imagine Hibari terrified of something).

“Yo, Hibari-sempai!” Tsuna greeted cheerfully, ignoring the baleful glare that was directed his way. Hibari didn’t do greetings, but it had been part of Tsuna’s training after his fifteenth birthday that he was to great all of his Guardians, every time he saw them, and have them do the same.

When Hibari didn’t answer him, he stood there for a minute, staring the other man down. To think… three years ago and he would have pissed himself at the aspect of staring down Hibari-freaking-Kyouya.

“There haven’t been any attacks in months, Tsunayoshi… I feel that this game we are playing is growing dull,” Hibari stated, continuing to stare at him as through expecting Tsuna to pull an enemy out of his backpack so he could beat the shit out of it.

“Eh… yeah, it’s been quiet,” Tsuna agreed, scratching the back of his head absently. “Uh… we could always spar, if you’d like… or maybe I could get one of the others—“

“You will be sufficient, Herbivore, although if you wish to bring your other followers to give me a challenge, I suppose I could understand,” Hibari responded coldly. Three years ago and Hibari wouldn’t have addressed him as a person worthy of his time, either.

“I’ll have you remember that I beat you the last two spars we had, Hibari-san,” Tsuna grinned cheerfully, unable to help himself when Hibari’s eyes got even narrower. “I don’t think I’ll bring any help.”

“If you destroy any part of the school, I will kill you,” Hibari stated as Tsuna walked away.

“IF you can, Hibari-san!” Tsuna taunted, waving at Hibari and going to his next class.

…

Gokudera was lingering around the door to the classroom in his usual worrywart tendency. Tsuna waved at his friend and couldn’t help the giant smile on his face.

Talking with Hibari, while occasionally still sending shivers of terror up his spine, generally always left him in a good mood, as it always reminded him that he was getting better. Considering that Hibari had always wiped the floor with him during their training sessions, it bolstered him up quite a bit that he could now do the same to the other man.

“Had a good lunch, Tenth?” Gokudera asked, motioning to Tsuna’s stupid smile.

Tsuna shrugged and walked beside his best friend into the classroom and he waved at Yamamoto as well.

It still wasn’t quite confirmed whether or not Yamamoto understood that their ‘Mafia Game’ was reality yet, but he was a great Guardian nevertheless.

“Hey, Yamamoto, Gokudera. Sorry about having to skip out on lunch today, but Reborn said I was supposed to go through some type of new training and I was walking around to see if he’d appear out of a plant or something,” Tsuna chuckled to himself.

His two guardians nodded in understanding and they sat down in the little cluster of tables that they were somehow miraculously blessed with when Reborn stepped in as a substitute teacher during seating-assignments for the year.

“Is it group training or just you?” Yamamoto asked, his voice wistful. “We haven’t had any kind of training in awhile, nay?”

“Ah… yeah, everyone’s been saying that lately,” Tsuna frowned, as though suddenly realizing the peace that was so irregular to their little group.

“’Cuz it’s true… it’s boring,” Gokudera grunted, kicking a desk in a misplaced attack against his lack of attention span.

“Well, Hibari was talking about wanting to spar… so maybe we could all spar sometime? I already made arrangements for after school… maybe you guys wanna come watch?” Tsuna offered, attempting to find a way to alleviate his team’s discontent. He really hadn’t realized it had gotten that complacent.

“Sounds fun!” Yamamoto declared with his infectious smile that Tsuna soon mimicked.

“Che… sparring with Hibari is a pain,” Gokudera grumbled. “He always cheats.”

“No more than any of the rest of us do,” Tsuna disagreed, his brown eyes glowing amber for a second.

“Ah… I guess…” Gokudera muttered.

“It’s just ‘cause you’ve never beaten him yet!” Yamamoto declared cheerfully.

“Neither have you!” Gokuder pointed out moodily.

“Hey, hey… you’ll have your chance! Maybe this is the training that Reborn wanted us to do… some kind of bonding-training with sparring!”

“Could be… interesting…” Gokudera choked, obviously only agreeing because Tsuna was the one who said it.

“Yeah!” Yamamoto agreed enthusiastically.

Tsuna couldn’t help but allow his smile to widen as he and Yamamoto started off on some random rant about what Reborn was planning while Gokudera placed in sullen statements of his own, occasionally pointing out a flaw and then placing in a wild, outlandish idea of his own. By the end of lunchtime, when their teacher finally arrived, they’d agreed that the training was going to have something to do with aliens. For some reason, whenever Reborn or Hibari… or Mukuro, for that matter, were talked about, it could always be blamed on aliens.

…

Tsuna was walking out into the field when Reborn finally showed his face and Tsuna felt a bubble burst in his stomach. Damnit! He probably wasn’t going to get to spar with Hibari today, was he?

“Training,” Reborn stated plainly and Tsuna hung his head.

“Can I have half an hour? The guys are bored and we wanted to spar…” Tsuna trailed off, waiting for that glint in his tutor’s eye to either flash into a fire or disappear.

“If you are taking care of your family, I can wait… but I’ll watch,” Reborn stated, and Tsuna let out a breath of air. Hibari hated it when people skipped appointments… or destroyed school property… or talked to him, or anything, really. Hibari just kinda hated everything.

When Tsuna reached the middle of the field, Hibari was already there, jacket gone and arm band displayed brazenly on his white shirt with his tie undone and his hair in wild disarray from the wind blowing about.

“You’re late,” Hibari stated with no fire or punch, which probably meant he wasn’t actually angry about it.

“Reborn stopped me for a minute, I have to go to training after this, so we’ll need to make it quick,” Tsuna stated, throwing his back pack to the side while pulling out his gloves and pills, tossing the canister into his pocket and taking up a starting pose.

He absently noted as Gokudera and Yamamoto took seats on the far side of the field – probably not wanting to get too involved until they knew precisely what kind of fight this was going to be.

“Your back-up came after all?” Hibari asked with a raised eyebrow that signified amusement.

“A peanut gallery’s a peanut gallery… they’re not her to help, simply to watch you fall… again. They missed the last two,” Tsuna taunted and was unsurprised when Hibari was suddenly at his side, swinging his tonfas and making himself dangerous – two things Hibari was exceedingly good at.

Tsuna blocked the tonfa, though it sent a tremble into the hand beneath his glove and grinned.

“Starting already?” he grunted as he threw the larger man off and led up with an attack of his own.

The flurry of attacks moved so quickly that Tsuna was only half-aware of his own body. Despite many training sessions with all of his Guardians, Hibari was the only one who could keep up with him in hand-to-hand battle, and further in the power of his long-ranged and mid-ranged attacks.

Soon enough, they both resorted to the powers of their Vongola relics and the fight got more intense. Tsuna could feel eyes on his body as sweat dribbled down his back and he felt unnerved with their intensity. It felt… a little like his dream, like when Mukuro had looked at him at the end and just… stared, as though he wanted to consume his soul.

His momentary distraction allowed Hibari a hit that sent him flying. Using his X-Gloves, he was able to get back into proper balance and carry on for another few minutes, until he started feeling those eyes roaming over every inch of his being. They made him shiver, and it wasn’t exactly in revulsion.

The fight ended up in a stalemate when Tsuna accidentally blew up one of the soccer nets trying to get away from HIbari’s chain-flail and the other boy suddenly became a lot more vicious.

“The spar is over,” Reborn declared, stepping forward and stopping Hibari cold. “Any more and our training will be worthless.”

Hibari stared down at Reborn for a minute, as though debating just kicking him aside and carrying on, but grunted in agreement instead and walked away.

“Fair match, Herbivore… but I’m going to kill you for destroying that net,” Hibari threatened, but Tsuna was far too bothered by the uncomfortable feeling in his body to do anything about the words.

“A-ah…” Tsuna stammered uselessly, rubbing at the goose-bumps on his arms self-consciously.

Why was his body on fire like this? Usually he felt this excited before the fight, not after. Was there something wrong with him?

Tsuna shivered when he saw Yamamoto and Gokudera racing towards him, smiles on their faces that would have been contagious in any other situation.

“Reborn, what’s going on?” Tsuna hissed under his breath, wincing as he felt his cheeks flush and his knees get weak.

God… it almost felt like… like in the dream! Like, like someone was touching him or that he wanted someone to touch him. What the hell?

“We must start your training,” Reborn stated instead of actually answering the question at hand. Tsuna didn’t even blink, so used to Reborn’s cryptic responses at this point.

“That was great, Tenth!” Gokudera splurged as he descended upon the two still in the field.

“Yeah! I didn’t really believe you when you’d told me that you beat Hibari… but..!” Yamamoto trailed off and he and Gokudera started arguing (one sided, of course, because Yamamoto didn’t usually comprehend that he was in an argument), about Tsuna’s capabilities and competencies.

As they were arguing, Tsuna felt surges of heat within him and he had to reign himself in from just telling them to go the fuck away and finding a bathroom stall, or a closet… or a private corner, for goodness sake!

“Ah… guys… I, well, I think that I should, I mean, Reborn, training, and yeah!” he fumbled for words, tripping over himself in his haste to escape.

“Uh… but Tenth…” Gokudera looked like he wanted to protest, but Tsuna just reached down for Reborn, who jumped on his shoulder, waved and bolted.

He saw them standing there for a second when he turned around, but then put them out of his thoughts – attempting to figure out how to run without causing intense pain to certain regions of his body.

…

“It’s your hyper-intuition,” Reborn declared with finality. “Your team is bored, their minds are wandering.”

“So… Why does it make me wanna… I mean…?” Tsuna stammered uselessly, feeling like No-Good Tsuna once more. He hadn’t been called that in almost a year and a half – after he started actually passing his classes and didn’t trip over his own feet anymore – it was a bit of a low-blow to his unsteady self-image.

“Because, when you were fighting with Hibari, he was attracted to you. Or more likely, your power,” Reborn stated and it took Tsuna a full minute to pick up on the meaning.

“WHAT?!” Tsuna howled, sure that the entire house had heard.

“Your family is attracted to you. It is a useful tool,” Reborn declared.

“Ahhhhh!!! NOOOO!!” Tsuna was having a bit of a mental breakdown while his tutor was attempting in futility to ‘instruct’ him.

“Tsuna. It is not a bad thing to be attractive to those whom you battle, nor is it bad to be attractive to those who fight for you. What is bad is when you let that attraction effect your movements, such as today with Hibari. I allowed the fight so that you would have an example of your own power over them,” Reborn continued.

“But… but Reborn! I don’t want that power! I don’t… I mean, I’m a guy, and they are GUYS! We don’t do that!” Tsuna objected with a lot more coherency than he was feeling at the moment.

“Just because you don’t want it doesn’t mean it isn’t there. You are the Tenth Boss of Vongla and you will learn to train yourself to the best of your capabilities, and so long as I am your tutor, you will learn,” Reborn stated, a dangerous glint in his eye that hinted to the man underneath the Arcabaleno.

“Uh… Un… I… I don’t…” Tsuna gasped, weaving his hands into his hair.

He heard Reborn leave the room and he curled in on himself. It was true that he’d accepted his title, he’d gone through the ceremony, and he now ran an empire as big as the world itself… but… but he was still just Tsuna, a small-town boy from Japan who had no knowledge of the ‘finer’ things in life… like…

Like…

…sex… or lust… or passion… or… or…!

He wasn’t fourteen anymore! He shouldn’t have to deal with his hormones going crazy like that! He shouldn’t have to deal with other people’s hormones going crazy on him. Tears stung his eyes and he trembled under his own emotional angst.

It wasn’t that he was still pining after Kyoko… she was like the greatest sister he’d never had, and although he’d attempted dating Haru, it had never worked out. They hadn’t gotten past hand holding before both of them were too squicked out at the aspect of making out with their best friend.

Over and all, he just… hadn’t gotten around to dealing with the romantic aspect of life. He’d been too busy caring for his family, making sure that they were all growing up and that he was growing up with them.

He was busy making sure Bianchi wasn’t killing Lambo, and that Lambo wasn’t killing Lambo, or I-Pin, or anyone else in their house. He had to keep an eye on Hibari and Mukuro and everyone and he just hadn’t had time to deal with the idea of his virginity and how to lose it. He’d just… figured it would happen sooner or later and hadn’t worried about it.

Now he wish he’d put a bit more thought into it and that he wasn’t such an absolute fucktard when it came to the idea of what had happened in that dream last night, or why Hibari would consider him attractive in general. Let alone how to deal with it in real living colour.

Tears wet his cheeks lightly and shocked him out of his stupor. Self-pity wasn’t going to do anything for him. Like when he’d considered bolting from the inauguration ceremony, like when Reborn had first announced to him his position, like when he’d tried so many times to escape, he knew that he couldn’t.

He’d taken on this mantle, he’d decided on his goal, and he was going to follow through with it… even if it did mean that he’d have to… learn things that he didn’t really want to. To do things with people that he didn’t really want to. It wasn’t like he’d wanted any of this in the first place, anyway.

…

A few hours later, after Tsuna had showered and felt a little more human, he walked back into his room and found Reborn sitting there, waiting for him from the look of it.

Breathing out gently, Tsuna walked over to the bed and sat down heavily, leaning his elbows on his knees.

“I don’t want to do this,” Tsuna stated.

“You never want to do anything,” Reborn barked back.

“Heh… true enough,” Tsuna hung his head again and sighed, then breathed in again and squared his shoulders. “Where do we start?”

Reborn just smiled at him and handed him a large tome with the ever-so-blatant title of ‘Sex’ in Italian – which Tsuna had also been in training to learn. The presence of the book made his stomach twist uneasily.

“Uh… is there… I mean, is there any way that I could work around this? I don’t think I want to… I mean, I really don’t want to…” Tsuna stammered uselessly and trailed off himself when Reborn just continued to stare at him, as though waiting for him to make his point… another piece of training they were working on. “Look, is there some way I can do this without having to… resort to physical interaction?”

“Wear a potato sack and shave your head?” Reborn suggested.

“I could do that!” Tsuna squawked happily.

Reborn stared at him, and Tsuna was reminded of another piece of training ‘Looking well put-together is part of a mafioso’s job’, and hung his head.

“So… so then I have to… I have to what? Do I have to learn how to be a whore, Reborn?” Tsuna whispered under his breath. Precisely how was he supposed to respond to all of the lust that was being thrown at him?

“A whore gets paid for their time,” Reborn corrected.

Tsuna chuckled mirthlessly and hung his head. “And I won’t be? I’ll be paying for their compliance with my… with my-my-my body!” Tsuna cried, closing his eyes and wishing that this was just a really fucked up dream.

“Sex is about control, fighting is about control, life sooner or later comes down to control – who is controlling and who is being controlled. If you don’t want to learn this, then you will never have proper control over your family,” Reborn instructed, sitting on top of the book that was causing all of Tsuna’s issues (at least in his mind, anyway).

“I didn’t have to fight them to earn their respect!” Tsuna bellowed, and then paused, thinking back on it. “Well, I guess… actually…”

Come to think of it, he had had to fight most of them. Gokudera fought him for his title and ended up wanting to work with him instead, Ryohei fought him to see how good he was, Hibari was in a constant state of fighting him, Mukuro had tried to kill him or possesses him… or whatever, and Lambo threw grenades at him at every possible turn – despite being a Guardian. Yeesh... the only one of his group that hadn’t tried to kill him before (and even after!) becoming a Guardian was Yamamoto.

Tsuna hung his head and felt the uncomfortable feeling of Reborn’s fedora pressing against his forehead. He didn’t care at this point, he just wanted to curl up and die.

“Your body is a tool, like everything else, Tsuna,” Reborn stated, pressing his hands into his pupil’s cheeks and lifting his head so that they were face-to-face from mere inches away. “You must use everything at your disposal to make sure that your family is safe – both from outside threats, and from within.”

Tsuna felt a tear trail down his cheek as he realized his own defeat. He’d never really had a choice, had he? The moment Reborn pulled out the ‘It’s for your family,’ card, Tsuna was already fucked.

“O-okay… but… how exactly am I supposed to learn about this stuff? I don’t have any kind of… experience, and I mean, I don’t exactly want to walk right up to one of them and be like ‘Fuck me, you asshole!’,” by this point Tsuna was slightly hysterical, giggling at the edge of his words and closing his eyes to tune out the world.

“If I wasn’t… if this body wasn’t mine, I’d show you myself,” Reborn said, a little wistfully.

“Whaaa—at?” Tsuna stammered, eyes like saucers and jaw hanging wide open.

“Ask Mukuro. He already invaded your dreams, correct? He wants to control your body, so he won’t injure it more than he has to. That should make him ideal for this task,” Reborn stated firmly.

“But… Mukuro is a psychopath!” Tsuna squeaked and yanked the book out from under Reborn – who climbed on top of his head instead – and started to tear through the pages, looking at all the dirty pictures and reading whenever something terrified him to the point that he had to know what was going on, to make sure that it was never done to him.

“Yes, but he’s also a Guardian, and he also has ulterior motives, apparently we need to up parts of your training again, Tsuna,” Reborn stated a little disapprovingly.

“Urgh…!” Tsuna groaned, forehead hitting the book and body near-paralyzed with fear.
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