Want Me

A/N: And so chapter two begins. Getting farther and farther into Smutville, which makes me happy! Anyways, hope you all enjoy it!

Word count: 4,433

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Chapter 2
Curse
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Gokudera was having a mental breakdown.

This was insane. Completely and utterly insane! He had not just molested his boss in his bedroom. No, he had not. His mind ran in circles, cackling when he tried to find a way out of the loop. No matter how he looked at it, he had willingly responded to the Tenth’s advances, and had even allowed Mukuro to get his hands on the brunette!

“Oh, stop pacing, you idiot. What happened in that room was obviously not meant to occur. Especially with you. I claim all rights to Tsunayoshi: mind, body, and ass,” Mukuro smirked, arms folded across his chest. Gokudera bristled at the comment, striding forward threateningly, but was stopped when Reborn’s silhouette danced across the wall.

“Mukuro,” Reborn called, drawing the Mist Guardians eyes, “round up every Guardian. And I don’t care if Hibari has decided to take a nap; forgo the fight to get to the meeting. We have a crisis.”

“Is the Tenth all right?” asked Gokudera. Reborn sighed, hat covering his onyx eyes.

“He will be if we manage to keep him from all of you.” Mukuro frowned, refusing to leave his position. Reborn looked up, bringing Leon to his hands, “Go, now. Or I will be forced to kill you. And I don’t think the stress of your death will be good for Tsuna’s condition.”

Mukuro sighed and pushed off the wall, striding down the hallway at a fast pace. Gokudera moved towards the room, only to be stopped by Reborn.

“Not now. Tsuna is sleeping. If you can, find Dino and bring him to the meeting hall. Also, contact Fuuta. We will need his statistics.”

Gokudera reluctantly touched the wall beside the blasted door before leaving in search of the others. His first stop was Dino, who, to his fortune, was conversing lightly with both Yamamoto and Ryohei.

The Chiavorone boss smiled when he saw Gokudera, “Ah, Gokudera! I must speak to you about –”

“The Tenth is sick.”

Everyone stopped moving; Dino’s mouth snapped shut as his eyes narrowed. He was the first to move, striding past Gokudera without a word. The Storm Guardian grabbed his arm and shook his head, “Reborn said no one is to visit him until after the meeting.”

The true concern in Dino’s eyes almost convinced Gokudera to let go. But he managed to round up the trio and lead them to the meeting hall. On the way, he tugged out his cell phone and called Fuuta, hoping the young man would arrive quickly. Whatever Reborn needed him for obviously pertained to Tsuna’s recovery.

When they arrived, Gokudera’s eyes met Mukuro’s from across the room. Both men looked away, though Mukuro was smirking. Everyone in the room was on edge; Gokudera stayed far from the murderous looking Cloud Guardian, who was glowering at every being in the room. Reborn sat in a tall chair, legs crossed and tea cup in hand. When the others had found a place, he looked up.

“We have a problem.”

Silence.

Reborn continued, fingers playing with his tea cup, “Tsuna is not sick from a disease; more like a curse.”

More silence, until Gokudera queried, “And this curse makes him...?”

Reborn met Gokudera’s eyes and smirked, “For every person he holds a remote sexual attraction to, he will immediately and without conscious thought, respond to and try to seduce said person into his bed.”

The silence was deafening.

“This may make little to no sense. Granted, I only read of it. The Seventh of the Vongola family suffered from a similar curse, and when I was informed of Tsuna’s lack of sexual activity, I grew worried. But I was also unsure; the curse is not something found easily, so I warranted that Tsuna had not tripped its alarm. This is not the case.

“For you see, the curse was laid on almost every Mafia family across the world. Some have found ways to beat the curse, whilst others are still naive to its true workings. Luckily, I have prior knowledge to this case. However, that knowledge could cause the Vongola family grave inconveniences.”

Picking out the one phrase that had caught his attention, Mukuro asked, “Tsuna is suffering because of his lack of sex life?”

“Correct.”

Again, Mukuro met Gokudera’s eyes and the Storm Guardian blushed. Mukuro continued, “And we counteract this curse how?”

Reborn sighed, “Therein lies the issue. If we do follow through with something akin to a cure, the family will be out of a commission and a boss for twenty three days. But, if we don’t stop the curse from taking control, we may be forced to look for another heir.”

The gravity of the situation hit them all at once. Gokudera stepped forward and demanded, “Then we must give him the cure! Even if it causes him to...to...be out for that long, I’m sure we can handle affairs without him. Twenty three days is not that long!”

Speaking softly, Reborn explained, “That is not the issue. The problem lies in Tsuna himself. The cure is not something that can be found in a vial or as a vaccine. What Tsuna requires is a lover; multiple in fact. For the moment he is no longer a virgin, he will seek out sex in any way he can, with anyone he can for the next twenty three days. Our enemies would be seen as nothing more than candidates to Tsuna during that time.”

No one spoke. It seemed as if no one could. They all stared at the baby twirling his tea cup. Finally, Dino mused, “I’ve never heard of such a thing. Why is it affecting Tsuna?”

“As I mentioned prior, every Mafia boss has been affected with this curse. It is to make sure that the one to take over the family is mature in all three sections: physically, mentally, and sexually. Upon their twenty third birthday, if the new boss takes over before then, they will be tested two weeks later in these fields. You, Dino, were mature in all three sectors, so the curse did not affect you.

“Tsuna, however, may be mentally and physically mature, but he is in dire lack of any sexual maturity. As stated before, he is still a virgin. So, prior to the incident fifteen minutes ago with both Gokudera and Mukuro, Tsuna has only ever been kissed, and twice it was due to alcoholism. Tsuna has never participated in any sexual activities.”

Everyone seemed to ignore the last statement, instead turning bewildered eyes on the two Guardians mentioned of sharing a ‘moment’ with their boss. Gokudera looked away, digging out a cigarette and lighting it quickly. Mukuro didn’t hide the triumph in his eyes, though he hadn’t gone nearly as far as he had hoped.

Hibari bared his teeth, “Sawada Tsunayoshi does not deserve to be treated like a sex toy. If we are to give him the cure, he should be locked away for the next twenty three days. Therefore, no one will know that he can no longer function without wanting sex, and we can get on with our lives.”

Shaking his head, Reborn explained, “That will not work. The problem with the curse is that it involves Tsuna growing sexually. If we were to lock him away for those twenty three days, two weeks later he would have to repeat the process. The Seventh experienced trouble in that area; his Guardians suggested the same thing. Only, they realized quite quickly that even though one of them had slept with him a month prior, the curse didn’t register that as actual sexual growth.

“So, in the end, Tsuna will be forced, albeit willingly, to have sex with multiple partners. And this is where we may disagree. We must pick a ‘first’ for Tsuna, one who will be able to handle what he may become.”

“You mean a sex slave?” grinned Mukuro. His grin disappeared however when every pair of eyes in the room promised a slow and torturous death if he even tried that on their precious boss.

“Fuuta can help us with the preparation,” Reborn continued, ignoring Mukuro. “His statistics will tell us who Tsuna is most attracted to, and therefore we will be able to pick a suitable partner for that task.” Jumping down from his chair, Reborn fixed them all with a look, “I have sent most of the personal staff and other Mafia members on a short vacation. Security will continue to patrol the grounds, but those within this room will be responsible for Tsuna’s well being. However, until Fuuta arrives, no one is to enter Tsuna’s room until we decide on another course of action. Anyone who disobeys this order will be disposed of.”

As the baby left the room, it erupted into chaos. Everyone talked at once, but Gokudera kept his eyes fixated on Mukuro. The Mist Guardian was whispering softly to Chrome, who frowned at every word and shook her head. They continued to converse and Gokudera jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

Turning, he looked into the concerned eyes of Dino. The Chiavorone boss shook his head softly before releasing him and moving past. Gokudera felt a pang in his chest as the blonde seemed to droop, hands shoved into his pockets. But his attention was drawn back to Mukuro as the Mist Guardian finished his conversation with Chrome. He didn’t even notice Dino leaving the room.

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Tsuna woke suddenly, a gasp escaping his lips and hands fisting in the sheets. Falling back onto the pillows, the brunette swallowed hard as he seemed to come back to himself. His body shook at the memory of his dream, of having both Mukuro and Gokudera with him, their lips meshing with his, Mukuro’s tongue dancing erotically with his own.

Struggling, he sat up and ran a hand through his hair. Something niggled in the back of his mind as he sat on the edge of the bed, eyes staring blankly at his reflection. His face was flushed; his hair was mussed and out of its elastic. His tie was gone and the bottom two buttons of his crumpled shirt were undone. Frowning, he smoothed out the wrinkles and began to pull back his hair.

It was then that he noticed the bullet lodged in his headboard.

“Then, it wasn’t a dream?” he asked in awe, eyes wide and slightly frightened, “Oh, God, what have I done?”

Releasing his hair, he dropped his head into his hands. Moaning in horror, he beat his fists into his eyes, “Please, God, tell me I did not just molest my Right Hand Man and Mukuro. Please.”

There was no answer forthcoming. Frustrated, he stood and walked out into his study, staring at the blasted remains of his door. He walked into the hallway, finally managing to tame his hair into an elastic. There was no one in sight; the entire mansion seemed eerily quiet. He walked softly down the halls, looking for anyone at all.

A flash of blonde hair caught his eye and he turned, recognizing Dino, “Ah, Dino!”

The blonde turned and Tsuna started at the absolute worry he saw in that gaze. His steps slowed until he was standing directly in front of Dino, “What’s wrong?”

The concern slowly ebbed away, hidden behind the articulate mask that Tsuna knew so well. The blonde plastered a smile on his face, “Nothing, nothing. How are you feeling, Tsuna?”

“Fine...” he said hesitantly. He didn’t like how Dino was acting. “Where is everyone? And I know something is wrong. Tell me.”

The Chiavorone boss looked away before fixing Tsuna with a heated stare. The brunette felt it go straight to his groin and quickly tried to ignore the way his body was reacting to his older mentor. Gritting his teeth, Tsuna turned away from the blonde and fervently started counting to ten. He couldn’t just attack Dino like he had Gokudera and Mukuro. Dino was ... well, he was just Dino.

Of course, now that he was thinking about Dino in such a way, he could feel his strained libido demand he grab the other man, drag him into a nearby closet, and let the blonde show him the true meaning of ‘Bucking Bunco'. His hands curled into fists and his breath hissed through his teeth.

“Damn it.”

“Tsuna?”

The brunette didn’t move, hoping that Dino would just leave him alone. But Dino wouldn’t have it. When his hand closed over Tsuna’s arm, tugging him backwards, Tsuna went willingly. His back collided with Dino’s chest and desire exploded through him, making him tremble with need. Tsuna realized that there was no point in denying his attraction to Dino; the blonde had always been on his mind, even when he had tried (and failed) to date Kyoko. And now he was pressed against that firm chest he only dreamed about.

“Tsuna?” Dino inquired once again, turning the brunette around. Tsuna looked up and smiled, making the blonde gape at him.

Tsuna’s fingers slid upwards and tangled with Dino’s tie. He began to move backwards, bringing Dino with him. He spotted an open door and pulled his prey through, aching to touch the blonde. Finally, when they were both inside, Tsuna turned and closed the door, locking them inside. When his eyes met Dino’s, he shuddered at the confusion and guilty want that reflected in that sapphire gaze.

His fingers slid up the tie, fisting near the knot. His back hit the wall as he simultaneously tugged at the blonde, his breathing speeding up as Dino’s hands shot out to stop himself. He leaned forward, his lips just touching Dino’s. The blonde’s gasp had Tsuna tugging at him again, until their lips collided.

Dino didn’t move at first, eyes impossibly wide. And then he seemed to react. He pushed himself forward, quickly taking over the kiss. Tsuna groaned, arching himself against the blonde, pushing their chests together. His hand slipped from the tie and he wrapped one arm around Dino’s neck, the other grabbing a belt loop to pull him closer.

With a gasp, Dino broke their connection, forehead pressed lightly against Tsuna’s. The brunette hissed at the loss, tugging them closer together. Dino tried to regain himself, eyes scrunched closed, “I didn’t think what Reborn said was true. Damn it, Tsuna.”

His lips were back, the passion behind them fierce. Tsuna didn’t fight him; when the blonde’s tongue danced along the seam of his lips, he allowed entrance. A moan tore from his throat as they kissed, his body pressed flush against Dino and the wall. His hands slid into Dino’s hair, tugging harshly on the golden strands as he fought back, tangling their tongues. Dino couldn’t help smile when Tsuna took control of the kiss, enjoying the assertiveness of the younger male. They broke apart again as Dino pushed their hips together, eliciting a sharp gasp from the brunette.

Kissing his cheeks, chin and eyes before nipping at his throat, Dino wrapped one arm around Tsuna’s waist whilst bracing himself on the wall. Both men groaned as they were pressed together and Tsuna clawed at Dino’s shoulders, trying to get closer, breath coming in short pants.

“Ah,” Tsuna managed, dragging the Chiavorone boss back up for a fiery kiss. Heat seared his insides; cascading down his body and making him moan at every cool touch the blonde lay on him. His fingers fumbled with Dino’s shirt, finding the buttons impossible to undo when the older man was kissing his neck and dragging his fingers along his stomach. He felt his shirt slide off one shoulder; he hadn’t noticed the blonde snapping open his buttons and gasped softly when their chests brushed together.

“D-Dino,” he groaned, head lolling back as his hands fisted in the sleeves of Dino’s shirt. The blonde hissed against his throat, fingers digging into his skin. His hips were pressed firmly against Tsuna’s, making the brunette twist and gasp, wanting nothing more than that sweet friction that had him so aroused. His eyes closed in bliss as Dino shifted slightly, bringing them together and then apart. It was slow, but it was what he craved.

Another kiss was exchanged, both men pushing forward to get closer, to breathe each other in, to feel that electricity when their tongues stroked. Dino caught Tsuna’s wrists, pinning them above his head with one hand while the other skimmed down his thigh. Both infuriated and extremely aroused by his capture, the brunette could do nothing as Dino ravaged his mouth, eliciting groans and mewls of pleasure.

Sudden voices echoed through the thin wall and Dino pulled away, sapphire gaze misted with lust. He shook his head, clearing the haze before turning his eyes to the wall. Tsuna stood stunned, unable to understand why they were stopping. He tried to tug free, to touch the blonde, but Dino held him tight as the voices grew closer.

“Reborn will kill us if we enter his room.” Tsuna recognized Yamamoto’s voice, but it was distant, hidden in the fog that cloaked his brain. He only had one goal in mind right now, and that was to return Dino’s attention to him.

“You didn’t see him like I did. I mean, if what Reborn said is true, then we have a serious problem on our hands. But even then, I can’t just leave the Tenth without knowing that he is all right in some way.” Gokudera’s voice sifted through the walls and Tsuna stiffened, eyes widening as another wave of want crashed over him. A soft smile curved his lips as he imagined Gokudera joining Dino; just as he had with Mukuro.

The voices began to grow distant and Tsuna felt hotter than before. His breathing had picked up again; his pants were annoyingly tight and he was still pressed close to Dino. He could feel the blonde’s heartbeat and for once rejoiced in his small stature. Even with his arms pinned above his head, he could still lean forward, could still nestle his face in the crook of Dino’s neck and kiss him.

“Fuck!” Dino hissed at the sudden contact of Tsuna’s mouth on his throat; as a talented tongue swiped over his skin. Tsuna didn’t want the blonde to stop, didn’t want to be left once more unsatisfied. His libido could only take so much torture.

He heard Dino say something, but it was even more distant. His head was tugged up; his lips found and pried apart; his body once more feeling the exotic electricity at having Dino touch him. The blonde pushed him hard against the wall, his back striking painfully, but the sharp pinpricks in his spine made him whine and gasp, morphing into desire. Dino stepped forward, pushing his legs apart and rubbing a thigh harshly against his erection.

“Ah!”

The closet was too hot; Tsuna’s body was on fire. Every touch, every kiss, every rub, made him see stars. His nails dug viciously into his palms, little crescent moons designing his skin. Dino laughed, hand sliding languidly up his thigh and resting on his belt, making him pant in anticipation. No noise could be heard from the hallway. His belt slid seamlessly from his pants, coiling on the floor like a watchful snake. A cool hand slipped under his pants, teasing the skin above his arousal and Tsuna cried out, fighting Dino’s grip, wanting nothing more than to push those fingers farther down.

“Calm down, Tsuna. Don’t worry, we’re getting there,” whispered Dino, tracing the outer shell of his ear with a flick of his tongue. Hissing, Tsuna forced himself to calm down, to keep himself in check. He felt Dino kiss the corner of his mouth and grinned, capturing those soft lips. The gasp of surprise had Tsuna ruling the kiss, sucking on Dino’s bottom lip and tangling his tongue with the blonde’s. They moved against each other, bodies sliding, tongues tangling, wanton moans echoing from both of them.

“Gods, you’re just like I thought you would be,” breathed Dino, breaking the contact. Tsuna smirked, licking his lips languidly.

“Of course.”

Suddenly, his calm demeanour broke when Dino’s fingers – which had been stroking his stomach – snapped open the buttons on his pants and slipped under the elastic of his boxers. Dino closed his hand over Tsuna’s heated erection, giving an experimental stroke. Tsuna cried out, head falling backwards and trapped fingers clawing desperately at the air. Dino smirked and moved forward to capture the writhing brunette’s lips as another cry escaped him.

It was almost too much. Tsuna couldn’t seem to breathe; his lungs were gulping in air faster than he could breathe it out; his lips and tongue were fighting a battle for dominance; his hands strained against Dino’s firm grip. He broke away from those tempting lips when air became a problem; his head fell back against the wall as he panted, hips thrusting erratically as Dino slowly brought him closer to completion.

Dino released his captured hands as he moved to steady Tsuna’s waist, his hand eliciting the most erotic noises from the Vongola boss. With his fingers finally free, Tsuna wrapped one hand around Dino’s wrist, whilst the other grabbed the tie wound about Dino’s neck. Pulling him close, Tsuna captured the blonde’s lips and pushed to be the dominating one, only satisfied when Dino allowed him that small leniency.

They moved together, Dino’s hand varying in speed and pressure, keeping Tsuna teetering on the edge. He couldn’t stop his body from trembling after each languid stroke, his thighs fighting to keep him upright. Molten fire seemed to coil in his stomach and he shouted hoarsely into Dino’s mouth, back arching, hands tightening reflexively. His eyes snapped open as Dino dragged his hand up one last time, fingering his weeping slit, and without hesitation, Tsuna was pushed over that edge. His legs gave out as he screamed his completion into Dino’s waiting mouth, fingers releasing the blonde’s wrist and fisting in his shirt.

Gasping, he pressed his face into Dino’s shoulder, body shaking in the aftermath. He winced when Dino removed his hand, allowing a soft laugh to escape him. Dino pressed a kiss to his hair and Tsuna returned the favour with a delicate kiss to the blonde’s shoulder.

“Best damn thing so far,” he whispered.

Dino switched their positions, leaning back on the wall with Tsuna wrapped in his arms. The Vongola boss played with the silk tie still wrapped around Dino’s neck, unsure whether or not he should speak. When he felt hands sifting through his hair and massaging his scalp, he decided words were useless. What was done was done. And it was without saying that he would love to do it again.

It was then that he realized Dino was still hard, pressing into his hip. He locked eyes with the blonde, amber gaze curious. Dino just smiled and shook his head, pressing a delicate kiss to Tsuna’s lips, “Don’t worry about it. We need to get you back to your room though. If Reborn finds out, we’re both dead.”

But both resigned to move. Tsuna curled closer, staring at the pulse point on Dino’s neck. He couldn’t see why not. The blonde had given him something that should most definitely be returned. Tsuna pressed his lips to Dino’s pulse, laughing as the blonde’s breath caught. His tongue flicked out and he grew bolder when Dino jerked, hands tightening reflexively around Tsuna’s waist.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, biting down softly at the junction between shoulder and neck. He soothed the bite with a gentle kiss, loving the muffled sounds Dino was making for him.

The Chiavorone boss allowed his head to loll to the side, speaking softly as Tsuna worked on his neck, “Reborn will k-kill us both.”

“Not me. He hasn’t killed me yet.”

“Tsuna, we need to stop. Now.”

Tsuna pouted, fingers trailing down Dino’s chest. The blonde’s abdomen muscles flexed as he slid down them, teasing the seam of Dino’s jeans, and he asked once more, “Are you sure?”

With a resigned sigh and a guilty look, Dino nodded firmly. Tsuna stepped back, knowing not to push, and began to straighten his shirt. He frowned when he noticed three of his buttons were missing and the zipper on his pants was broken. Reborn would definitely note that.

After both men had straightened their clothes and combed their hair back into place, they walked out into the hallway and stood staring at one another. The heated gaze Dino had on him made Tsuna almost rethink going back to his room. He stepped forward, fingers trailing over the strong jaw and defined cheek bones before he grabbed Dino’s tie and brought him down.

“Come find me when you want more.”

His lips caught Dino’s and he didn’t release the blonde until they were both panting. Tsuna stepped back, body aching to be touched once more, but he managed to control himself as he turned his back and made his way to his room. Only once did he look back, and it was to watch Dino bang his head angrily against a wall.

When he entered his destroyed room, he didn’t find Gokudera or Yamamoto. He knew they had gone in search of him; they were probably scowering the mansion for him. Laughing softly to himself, he walked into his bedroom and stared at the bed.

Suddenly, everything seemed to come down on him. The implications of what he had done; the fact that he had just molested his tutor slash ‘Big Brother’ had him horrified. His legs shook and he sat down hard on the bed, hands shaking. What had he just done?

“No, no, no!” he cursed, fingers curling into the sheets. This was – why – what the fuck was wrong with him?

He fell back on the bed, fists digging into his eyes. He couldn’t face Dino now; no fucking way. He just knew this was going to come back and bite him in the ass, in some way or form. And it was precisely at this moment that his body informed him that he had had too much ‘strenuous’ activity, and Tsuna felt his eyes grow heavy. Fighting with tooth and nail to stay awake and mentally beat himself silly, Tsuna allowed his hands to fall to either side of his body. This physical defeat was enough for sleep to sneak up on him and carry him off without hesitation.