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His, Part One	By : Bligmeister Category: +G to L > Katekyo Hitman Reborn Views: 8379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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His, Part One

Author: Bligy

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One day later and Tsuna was marching off to school again. In his ‘Day of Rest’, Gokudera had called him no less than a dozen times, apologizing and begging for forgiveness, which Tsuna granted multiple times to no avail.

Yamamoto had come to see him after school, bringing sushi and well-wishes for Tsuna to finally get better.

Hibari had sent a warning notice saying that if Tsuna didn’t pick up his attendance, he was going to be suspended. That was almost a declaration of love as far as the unsociable man was concerned.

Still, when he returned to school, he was unsurprised to see Gokudera glued to his side, cooing over him like a hen and attempting to make sure that he was ‘okay’ and that he’d been ‘taking care of himself’ and how ‘sorry he was for getting the Tenth sick’ etc. etc.

Tsuna just took it all in stride and hoped that his smiles were convincing. He was slightly exhausted still, but had rested well and peacefully the past couple of nights. He wasn’t quite sure where Mukuro was, but he was pretty happy that the other boy hadn’t shown up to ruin his rest, as Tsuna was still pretty doubtful that he had any real power over the illusions that Mukuro wove into his dreams.

Fortunately for his recovery, he’d felt no sparks of lust all day and was grateful to be going home by himself, promising Gokudera that they’d ‘talk’ and ‘go over homework’ again soon.

Tsuna couldn’t help the small smile on his lips at the aspect of that.

When he returned home, Reborn stated that he was to read an entire volume on the effects of sexual intercourse on the human body, as well as STD prevention. Tsuna was more than a little red in the face, but he agreed and curled up in his room with the books, his homework and his thoughts for the rest of the night.

…

It was almost a week later – after frequent visits from Gokudera and quickies in the closets – that his next Guardian made their lust known, and it wasn’t what Tsuna was expecting.

Yamamoto and he were in the line up, Tsuna ahead and reaching for something high up that was uselessly out of his reach. He grunted and attempted to jump to reach it, but not before Yamamoto had come up behind him in an effort to help.

As Tsuna slid back down to earth, pressed against Yamamoto’s body and the cafeteria’s counter, he felt a spark of lust so sharp that it almost drowned him and he nearly dropped his tray.

“Here you go, Tsuna!” Yamamoto said cheerfully, his smiling face giving away nothing of the breathtaking-lust he’d felt only seconds before.

“T-thank you!” Tsuna stammered and the two of them continued as they meandered down the line-up.

The lust flared for a few seconds before dying down to a simmer, and Tsuna had the uncomfortable realization that he recognized that simmer. That slight shimmer against his mind, like someone who was in a constant state of frustration that ached like bitter candy on the back of his tongue.

Yamamoto…?

He watched the other boy out of the corner of his eye and saw how smooth his movements were and how seamless his façade was. If it weren’t for his new ability, he never would have known that Yamamoto was attracted to him – ever.

“Hey, Tsuna! I just have to go get something from my locker quickly, can you watch my tray?” Yamamoto asked as they headed over to where Gokudera was already waiting at the table and Tsuna bit his lip unconsciously, causing the flare of lust to ember up again.

“Uh… sure…” Tsuna agreed, nodding and chewing on his lip lightly.

“Thanks!” Yamamoto said with a wave and walked off out of the cafeteria.

“Hey, Tenth--!” Gokudera greeted cheerfully, but was cut off when Tsuna simply leaned over the table and kissed his cheek – unconsciously – and smiled.

“Hey, I’ll be right back, bathroom!” Tsuna said with a wave and bolted out of the cafeteria like his ass was on fire.

…

He ended up picking up on the flare of untamable lust very quickly. It was trailing out of a random broom closet, one he recalled using with Gokudera a few times. He blushed lightly and cleared his head, knowing that this wasn’t about his silver-haired second.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door a crack to see Yamamoto on the ground, dick in hand, teeth clenched hard into the material of his jacket’s sleeve to cut off his sounds.

Tsuna’s eyes widened and he pressed the door open a bit further.

Yamamoto froze in his actions and turned with wide eyes to see Tsuna standing there.

Instantly, to conserve privacy, Tsuna stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

There was silence for a second and then Yamamoto laughed awkwardly and attempted to shove himself back into his pants.

“Sorry you had to see---!” Yamamoto started, but Tsuna stopped him with fingers to his lips and felt a deep throb of sympathy for him.

“It’s okay…” Tsuna said, kissing Yamamoto lightly and feeling another strike of lust so fierce that it felt lit his nerve endings were on fire.

“What are you doing?” Yamamoto asked, his eyes a little wide and almost… scared.

“I’m helping…” Tsuna said, crawling between the other boy’s legs and taking him into his mouth.

It only took a minute or two for his friend to come explosively in his mouth. The come was sticky and thick, like Yamamoto hadn’t come for a good long time and Tsuna swallowed it down uneasily.

“How… long have you liked guys?” Tsuna asked awkwardly in the silence of the room.

“Uh… since forever, I think!” Yamamoto said, his voice unsteady and a little dazed, but still with his normal cheer.

“Woah… I never knew,” Tsuna said, staring into Yamamoto’s eyes intensely. “Why… did you never say anything?”

Yamamoto just smiled softly and brought Tsuna’s lips back to his.

Tsuna spent the rest of lunch hour riding his friend so slowly that it ached for them both. Yamamoto gasped softly into his ear, while Tsuna couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy. Yamamoto made sure to carefully and firmly aim for his prostrate every time, and the angle of their joining ensured a powerful hit.

Unlike Mukuro or Gokudera, he wasn’t going to have bruises after this encounter, and he almost considered it… love making. The lust that was pouring off his friend wasn’t anything near the drunk-inducing blaze of the other two, it was more like a smooth, fruity girl-drink whose alcohol was so subtle that you didn’t know you were drunk until your liver exploded.

When he felt that Yamamoto was close, he started squeezing hard when the boy exited his body and relaxing when he entered. It caused the baseball star’s eyes to fall closed and his hips shot up, filling Tsuna’s body with his seed and sealing the deal.

After they had both calmed down a bit, Tsuna’s head was absolutely spinning. He felt a stupid smile on his face and he couldn’t get it to go away no matter how much he tried.

“That was… amazing…” Tsuna declared, taking Yamamoto’s head in his hands and kissing him firmly.

“Thank you,” Yamamoto said, his words carrying so much weight that Tsuna felt he might collapse under them. “You have no idea how much it means to me.”

Tsuna just smiled and kissed him breathless.

They ended up skipping next period, much to Gokudera’s worried ranting.

…

Tsuna wouldn’t exactly deny his feelings, but he wasn’t really willing to face them at this point, either. He knew that he was starting to develop more than friendly emotions to all of his lovers. Mukuro had taken to reappearing in his dreams again, every second night or so and absolutely blowing his mind with pleasure/pain and making him limp slightly for the entire morning with a giant, stupid smile on his face.

His night-time lover was at times harsh, at times gentle, but wholly unpredictable and mind-numbing. He always felt nervous every time he saw Mukuro’s glinting eyes, his smile mischievous and his words promising nothing that his body felt it could handle, but everything that it wanted.

Tsuna hummed lightly to himself as he brushed his teeth, wondering absently if Mukuro’s seed was laced between them, the same way that Tsuna could have sworn that the other man’s come occasionally leaked out of his ass after an intense night of fucking, despite it being fairly improbable (not that his ass being sore afterwards made any more sense).

After he’d recovered enough to make his way downstairs for breakfast, he’d have to smile and face his steadily-growing family.

Occasionally, ever since his time-travel escapades, Irie would come over for breakfast as well and the two of them would chat and chuckle over all their adventures while Bianchi fed Reborn – who was generally only half-conscious – and Lambo wreaked havoc with I-Pin.

Honestly, Tsuna didn’t wish it any other way.

As he left his house, Gokudera would be waiting for him just beyond the gate and would make sure to kiss him hard enough to take his breath away and almost forget about school, wishing that he could just drag his second back up to his room and never leave.

Gokudera’s unending loyalty to him made his head whirl and his body tight with anticipation. Knowing that Gokudera would never want anyone else the way that the man wanted him made his heart tighten and glow.

They would generally walk hand-in-hand for awhile, until Yamamoto would make his presence known and Gokudera would take up smoking instead while Tsuna greeted his other Guardian and the two of them would start joking about nonsensical things as they made it to school.

Generally, Tsuna and Yamamoto would then go to their lockers – which were located on the other side of the school from Gokudera’s (as the other boy had destroyed the one on this side of the school by accidentally smoking a cigarette while opening the dynamite-laced compartment, causing Reborn to assign him to a far-away locker in punishment) – and he and Yamamoto would slip into a supply closet for a few minutes.

Yamamoto was constantly patient, slow moving and gentle. His lips would move with such uncanny knowledge, like it was all reflexive instead of practiced – which it probably was – and Tsuna would respond in kind, his mind slowly filling with Yamamoto’s lust and appreciation.

Occasionally they would lose track of time and be a bit late getting back to class, but as Gokudera’s locker was so damned far away, the other boy never usually noticed, as he was always late to class.

They’d then make it through the school day and Tsuna would have to find a way to juggle them both throughout lunch, with Gokudera attempting to drag him off and Yamamoto just trying to keep him close. It broke his heart a little bit at this point, knowing that he’d have to abandon one of them – if only temporarily – to tend to the other one.

Once lunch time was over, Tsuna would return to class drowsy and well-satiated and daydream through the rest of class – which Reborn would then drill into his head later, as it was obvious the brunet boy wasn’t paying a lick of attention to his studies with all of the other training he’d been forced into.

All together, Tsuna was managing his relationships well, Reborn declared, but reminded him that there weren’t only three Guardians.

Tsuna would nod at this point and his stomach would knot at the prospect of which of his other three Guardians would be next.

The question was answered for him as the end of the year started winding closer and closer.

…

Tsuna was lying flat on his stomach, ass high in the air as Gokudera rammed into him, lips caressing his back and needless words whispering sweet nothings into his skin.

The waves of lust that poured over him at this moment were so intense that Tsuna had to close his eyes, working not to howl aloud and squeezing tightly around Gokudera’s cock.

Although he appreciated his Storm Guardian when the man was at his most passionate, taking him with abandon and filling him so fully that he almost lost sight of true reality, he also loved it when Gokudera was calm, collected and made sure that Tsuna was being as satisfied as humanly possible.

At that time, his silver-haired second would slide gracefully, seamlessly into his body, ramming his prostrate with every hit while one hand gently stroked his erection and the other took turns playing with his nipples.

During these sessions, Tsuna was completely useless to the world, his mind spinning in circles so fast that he didn’t even bother trying to stop it.

Just as he was on the verge of his long-awaited orgasm, he heard a strange noise, but he ignored it in favor of allowing Gokudera to work his magic a little longer and send him flying over the precipice of time and space.

It was only after he was long satisfied that Gokudera would take the last few thrusts to reach his own completion, rolling Tsuna over and taking the next few minutes to kiss him breathless.

Tsuna would smile, and Gokudera would glow and there was no reason to say anything else.

…

It was a rare night, tonight. Tsuna was alone.

Gokudera was taking on some extra training with Doctor Shamal, and Yamamoto had a baseball game.

This left him in his room with his homework done, training covered for the day and his mind wandering to the past few weeks. Naturally, he felt his body tighten and certain pieces of his anatomy started to lengthen.

He smiled a little indulgently at himself, wondering when he’d become so comfortable with the idea of sleeping with three men on a regular basis.

Probably somewhere around the time you realized that they could make you scream so loud that people called the cops to make sure you were okay.

Rolling from his stomach to his back, he gently shimmied out of his pants and reached over to the side of his bed, where he now kept his lubricant – something unscented and extra-slippery that Reborn had bought him in a strange show of sympathy and a hell of a lot of stammering, blushing gratitude – and dipped his fingers into the solution.

Using his non-slicked hand, he raised his t-shirt and clamped down on it with his teeth to hold back his cries. Then, he closed his eyes, gently ran his slippery hand up his cock and back down, just to give it a light coating, before taking up stroking it with his other hand and guiding his lubed fingers behind his balls and down to more interesting places.

Closing his eyes tightly, he felt his body relax reflexively as he shoved two fingers into his it, causing his back to arch lightly and a muffled moan to escape him.

Why was it that he loved being penetrated so much? He didn’t know, only that he was almost… bored whenever he took part in sex that didn’t involve some kind of penetration. Even when he was performing fellatio, he’d rather have his fingers in his ass than stroking his cock. Somewhere, he wondered if this was common or whether he was just strange.

Groaning again, he reveled in the pleasure/pain of a third finger being inserted and gently slid them in and out of his body, stroking his cock along with the movements. He wasn’t really going for orgasm right now, merely to bring his body to that strange glowing sensation that made his head spin and want to explode.

Moaning again, his hips arched completely unwillingly when a fourth finger entered him and his breathing started to collapse, despite his attempts to control it and make it even.

His groans turned into muffled moans as he felt his fingers lightly tracing over his prostrate and his hand on his cock moved faster to meet the growing need of his body.

His knees were trembling, his stomach was shaking and his mind felt like it was crumbling. Really, he was probably way too sensitive for his own good.

Thus, in his distraction, he didn’t notice his door opening until there was a loud ‘BANG!’ and a cloud of smoke that shocked him out of his pleasure.

“Hunh!?” Tsuna gasped, yanking his blanket over his body and staring red-faced at his door, where adult-Lambo stood, looking around in confusion.

“Hey there, Tenth!” Lambo greeted, looking a bit confused – as Tsuna was as well.

“Uh… hey… what’s up?” Tsuna greeted awkwardly.

“Oh… did I interrupt something?” the Lambo’s eyes were… glowing. Yes, they were glowing. Why were they glowing?!

“Erm… not really, I mean, I was just… and, yeah,” Tsuna stammered, reaching around him for an excuse to what he was doing in a panic and hoping that Lambo couldn’t see the slickness of his fingers.

“Did you want some help?” Lambo suggested, his eyes twinkling and his lips twisted into an amused smile.

“Uh… I… should be fine?” Tsuna squeaked.

“Y’know, I can’t really… do much of anything right now, I don’t have enough time, but… I really want to,” Lambo said, stepping forward with an oddly predatory gleam in his eye that made Tsuna’s body respond instinctively.

“Huh?” Tsuna whispered, his mind already starting to drown in the oddly-controlled lust swirling off his Thunder Guardian.

“When I seduce you six years from now, you told me that it wasn’t that weird, and that I’d already tried it before,” Lambo told him, crawling onto his bed and hovering over his body.

Tsuna worked to not just let his body turn into goo and tensed up instead. This was freaking Lambo! He couldn’t be responding to Lambo, could he?!

Still, when the other man leaned down and pressed a kiss to his mouth, Tsuna’s jerking cock and moan told otherwise.

Lambo’s leg rubbed casually against his erection and Tsuna gasped, turning his face away.

“You’re so cute like this. The ‘you’ in ten years… he’s still cute, but he’s so different,” Lambo stated, running a hand through Tsuna’s hair and dragging his eyes back up. “I wish I could fuck you.”

“Ungh!” Tsuna’s back arched as Lambo’s leg worked magic on his cock.

“You’re so free with your responses,” Lambo said wistfully. “I wish I could make you mine here, too.”

Tsuna couldn’t respond, his mind still spinning under the weight of the lust being forced on him and the feeling of Lambo pressing against him, leg gently thrusting and causing such wonderful friction.

“It’s almost been five minutes, I should go,” Lambo sighed dejectedly, and Tsuna responded by kissing him lightly.

“I… I guess I’ll look forward to six years from now,” Tsuna said, blushing as he said it and attempting to not spontaneously combust.

“I’ll be back before then,” Lambo promised, climbing off the bed and retreating to the door. “And when I do, I at least want to see you come. You’re always so desperately fuckable when you orgasm.”

“A-ah…” Tsuna responded as Lambo sauntered out of his room.

Desperate and confused, Tsuna reached under his blanket, shoving all four fingers back in his ass and stroking desperately on his cock until he burst all over his hand and deflated back onto his mattress, in time to hear the ‘poof’ that signaled Lambo had returned to his younger self.

What the fuck was that?!
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