Want Me

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Chapter 3
Competition
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It was one thing to have Tsuna wake up in his bed after the best damn wet dream in his short life. It was entirely another to wake up and realize that it had actually happened and he had once more royally fucked up. And it was after this revelation that Tsuna was found pacing in front of the mirror, stopping every now and then to pull down his collar and stare in abject dismay at the bruises that decorated his neck and collarbone. But at the same time, a flush of pride washed over him when he remembered inflicting similar ‘wounds’ on Dino.

Horrified at his feelings, Tsuna pulled at his hair. He had been obsessed with his Guardians; now he was obsessing over Dino? What was wrong with him? And what the hell had compelled him to attack three of them in less than twenty four hours? He was never courageous when it came to any type of sexual activity. Never. So, why was he suddenly having make out sessions and receiving hand jobs like it was an everyday occurrence? What in the bloody hell was happening to him?

He sighed and moved towards the bathroom, hands once more itchy. After he stepped into the shower – amazingly enough it wasn’t cold – he leaned against the tiles and thought. He needed to find and talk to Reborn. Obviously, he shouldn’t be acting like this. It had something to do with his twenty third birthday, and probably some bizarre Vongola curse or some such nonsense. But at the same time, he wondered why he hadn’t been affected before. Something seemed off.

He stepped out of the shower, throwing on simple jeans and high necked black sweater. He still remembered his walk through the hallway and the complete lack of people, so he didn’t need to dress up today. Reborn had either dismissed most of the people in the mansion because of Tsuna’s sudden...tendencies towards everyone he saw, or they were hiding from him. He stared at his reflection, pulling down the collar to stare once more at the purplish bruises on his neck. His eye twitched.

“Tenth!”

Tsuna felt his body seize when Gokudera called out his title. He was propelled into action when he heard heavy footsteps enter his study and managed to dive across the bed, grab a pillow, and fall promptly off the other side in the span of two point five seconds. Groaning in pain, he buried his face in the pillow, hoping that if he didn’t see Gokudera’s face, he wouldn’t be compelled to jump the silver haired male and have a repeat of his latest session.

Instead, when he felt a familiar warm hand touch his shoulder to shake at him, his mind decided that he might as well forget everything he learned about control: his penis had just gone on strike. Cursing softly at his arousal from a simple every day action, Tsuna pulled away from the hand and tried unsuccessfully to crawl under the bed.

When multiple attempts by Gokudera failed to pull the whining brunette away from the hollow under his bed, another person stepped in, grabbing Tsuna around the waist and hoisting him up, crushing him against a firm chest and a flat stomach. Gasping, he pressed the pillow tightly against his face, knowing already that he wouldn’t be able to forget the feeling of such a body pressed against his own.

“Do you think this is a good idea?” Gokudera asked as they began to move. Tsuna had been shifted from a crushing bear hug to bridal style; something his body delighted in, but his mind screamed in horror. The strong chest he was currently nestled against rumbled as a chuckle escaped into the open air.

“Reborn wanted us to fetch him. He’s been asleep for almost a day and Fuuta arrived this morning. Besides, Tsuna deserves to know what’s happening to him.”

“Yeah, but sending you and me?”

“Hayato, you followed me. Reborn told you to stay put.”

“I wasn’t going to leave the Tenth in the hands of you, baseball freak! Besides, Reborn could’ve trusted me with the safety of the Tenth. I am his Right Hand man after all.”

Another laugh, “After you practically molested him in his bedroom? Hardly.”

“Fuck you, Takeshi!”

Tsuna, oblivious to the entire conversation, was fighting to keep his body from betraying himself. After recognizing Yamamoto’s voice, and realizing that Gokudera was within grabbing distance, his mind went into hyper drive. He realized just how close he was to Yamamoto, how easy it would be to press a kiss to that smooth neck and let everything take its course. And with Gokudera with them, it would be twice the fun.

Entertaining these devilish thoughts kept Tsuna busy until he was dumped unceremoniously into a chair. The pillow was still pressed against his face and he carefully peeled it away, eyes lighting upon Reborn immediately. Sighing in relief as any desire he had accumulated during his trip in Yamamoto’s arms drained out of him, he leaned forward with intent.

“What is happening to me?”

Reborn sighed and looked up at the young man beside him. Tsuna recognized Fuuta right away and smiled at the brunette, who simply blushed and cuddled his large book close. His eyes widened when he realized he felt no attraction whatsoever to Fuuta. A short laugh escaped him as Fuuta and Reborn exchanged looks.

“Tsuna, under no circumstance are you to turn around. Not yet at least. I have some questions, as well as some explaining to do. Understand this: no matter what you hear, under no circumstance are you to look behind you,” Reborn stated calmly, arms crossed.

Tsuna nodded without hesitation. After being with Reborn for so many years, he had come to accept the fact that whenever Reborn had something important to say, it was usually a good idea to listen, keep your mouth shut and do whatever it was without complaint. And if it helped him figure out why he had jumped three of his friends, then he was all for it.

“First of all, I would like to address Mukuro, Gokudera, and Dino. All three of you have had recent relations with Tsuna. I must know how he acted in each of these instances.”

Tsuna, shocked, turned wide eyes on his tutor, “Reborn! How...?”

The baby’s eyes gleamed, “Silly Tsuna; I told you already, I have ways of obtaining information that you would never understand.”

The brunette blushed before he heard feet scuffling behind him and his hands clenched on his knees. He couldn’t look back, but at the same time he desired nothing more than to turn.

“Gokudera. You were the first. How did Tsuna act with you?”

He heard a cough before Gokudera spoke up, his voice soft, “He was...well, how I thought he would be. Passionate, but not overbearing, nor too meek. N-not that I entertain such thoughts, of course!” The flustered Storm Guardian stepped back and Tsuna closed his eyes, entertaining his own thoughts. A sudden foot to his head had him on the ground, crying out in pain. Reborn stood above him, shaking his head.

“Now, now, Tsuna, not here,” The Acrobaleno turned back. “Mukuro, you were the second. How did Tsuna act?”

“Oh? Tsunayoshi was such a submissive little thing, just how I projected him to be in my illusions. So timid, channelling all that Vongola power into something I could easily control,” Mukuro purred, “His body was willing, and if you hadn’t interrupted, I am sure I would’ve had him begging in my grasp, asking me to –”

“Ah! Stop!” Tsuna managed, covering his ears to stop Mukuro’s words. His body, however, responded to the descriptive, and heat seared his veins. His hands dropped from his ears, trailing softly down his cheeks and neck, imagining the illusionist in front of him.

Another foot to his head snapped him out of his daydream and he sat on the floor, humiliated and face tomato red. Fuuta was staring at him with wide eyes, his book half hiding his face in embarrassed fascination. Reborn sighed and pinned Tsuna with a look.

“It’s not my fault, I swear!” Tsuna exclaimed, waving his hands in front of him, “If you didn’t have them describe the way I acted then I wouldn’t be like this!”

“Are you not listening to what they are saying, silly Tsuna? Do you not see the pattern?”

No, he thought bitterly. I’m not focusing on patterns. All this talk is doing is making me want them more. Damn it, Reborn!

Reborn watched him for a few moments before calling on Dino, “How did Tsuna act with you yesterday, Dino?”

He heard the scuff of a chair and Yamamoto’s voice as Gokudera tried to throw himself at the blonde. He listened as the Rain Guardian pacified Gokudera and managed to sit him down. Gritting his teeth, Tsuna awaited the answer.

The Chiavorone boss laughed softly before answering, “Well, he was assertive. He didn’t hold back at all and always tried to gain the upper hand.” Dino paused, and his next words were awed, “He was exactly as I imagined he would be.”

“Exactly,” Reborn stated, “Tsuna senses how you want him to be and acts accordingly. Gokudera wanted him passionate, so he was. Mukuro wanted him meek, so he was. And you wanted him assertive. So he was.”

Tsuna stared in horror at his tutor, “What does this all mean though? Why am I attacking all my friends? And what the hell is going on?”

Reborn ignored him as he turned to Fuuta, “We need your statistics, Fuuta. We need to find out which one will administer the cure to Vongola the Tenth.”

Everyone went silent as Fuuta opened his book, eyes losing their sheen as he seemed to float away from himself. Tsuna always found it fascinating when Fuuta did his readings; the boy seemed to completely disappear from his body. There was a bright flash and Fuuta blinked before a fiery blush overtook his cheeks.

“A-ah, Reborn! This – are you sure? I mean, the cure – ah, I can’t get a clear reading! There are too many candidates!” Fuuta seemed truly flustered, his book falling to the floor. His hands covered his ears as he continued to mutter to himself.

Tsuna walked over to the younger male, trying to pacify him. He then pinned Reborn with a look, “Oi, Reborn, what is this cure? And what is wrong with me?”

A mad gleam overtook Reborn’s eyes as the Acrobaleno stated, “The cure is you losing your virginity.”

Silence. Tsuna stared in horror at his tutor and then, without his consent, he turned, looking at the crowd of his friends standing just shy of where he had been seated. They were all looking at him, some of them curious, others – Mukuro, the pervert – staring at him with hunger. He fell backwards, suddenly overwhelmed by the attraction he felt for almost every person in his sight. Reborn sighed and smacked him once more, bringing his face away from the sight of his Guardians.

“Concentrate, Tsuna. This is important.” Reborn said. Tsuna turned his attention reluctantly back to Reborn. “You have been cursed. And before you burst into tears or something equally unmafioso, it is your own fault. Because of your inability to grow sexually in the last twenty three years, the curse has taken a strong hold of you.”

Tsuna refrained from throwing a hissy fit. Why the hell did horrible things always attach themselves to him? It was as if he was a magnet, just calling out for all bad karma to give him their best shot. His sudden need to be touched, kissed, and pushed against every horizontal surface by his friends, was because he hadn’t had sex? With everything that had happened in the last two days – was that all? – he was sure he had grown exponentially in that department.

“You may have managed to grow slightly from all your slim explorations with Dino, Gokudera and Mukuro, but it doesn’t compare to the actual act of losing your virginity.” Tsuna glowered at Reborn for once more reading his mind. The Acrobaleno continued with a smirk, “When that occurs – and it will, Tsuna – you must be ready for the change that will overcome you.”

“And what is that?” Tsuna managed, his voice squeaky.

“When the cure is administered, you will want nothing but sex for the next twenty three days, and will stop at nothing to obtain it. Therefore, you will not be able to meet with any outsiders, nor will you be able to help if the Family is attacked. The entire Vongola Empire will be in jeopardy for twenty three days,” Reborn finished solemnly.

Tsuna felt his knees grow weak. Fuuta called out his name but he wasn’t really listening. His mind was sorting through every plausible way to get out of this, trying to find an escape route. But no matter how many times he tried to break away from the loop, he found himself blocked by one simple fact: he was Vongola the Tenth. He couldn’t just abandon his family, his new life, all because he hadn’t grown in one field. Why did this always happen to him?

“Isn’t there another way?” he heard himself ask. He didn’t know why he was so reluctant to lose his virginity; maybe it was because he had never truly thought about sex until now. He had been so immersed in becoming a fair Mafia boss that he hadn’t the time. And now, when it finally took hold of his mind, it was because he wasn’t strong enough. What the hell type of trial was this?

“No.”

Tsuna hated Reborn sometimes, but knew that the infant was just trying to keep him on his toes. He looked up and found his friends around him, none of them touching, but all worried. He waved them away, keeping himself firmly in check. He wanted them, and it made him worry.

Reborn pushed the Guardians away from the brunette. He then turned to Fuuta who was still flustered over the other statistics. “Fuuta, I now need you to find out who can get close to Tsuna without initiating the curse. In other words, what are the rankings of those Tsuna is indifferent to?”

Fuuta nodded, allowing his eyes to lose all sheen once more. Tsuna watched him flip open his book and carefully record the results down, “Tsuna-nii is indifferent to many, though only a few in this room. Reborn ranks first, Lambo second, myself fourth. There are many others, but those are the top. Sasagawa Ryohei and Dokuro Chrome also rank on this list, but their ranking is incredibly low, so therefore they would be within the neutral zone. Tsuna-nii is apparently unsure of where Ryohei and Chrome should be placed. Those are the people that can approach him safely.” Fuuta finished, his eyes regaining their colour. He smiled apologetically at Tsuna.

“Then is it safe to assume that Tsuna is attracted to everyone else.” Reborn concluded.

“Y-yes. Those ratings are incredibly confusing though. Tsuna-nii keeps changing whom he is most attracted to: when I looked the first time, it was Gokudera-nii and Yamamoto-nii. But just now, it was Dino-nii. And I’m sure if I looked now,” Fuuta eyes glazed quickly before he returned to himself, “it has changed once more. Now he desires Hibari-san and Mukuro-nii.”

Tsuna was hopeful, “Then, I don’t have to receive the cure?”

“Oh, you will. It’s just a matter of how. Without a clear definition of who should administer the cure, the proceedings could be risky.”

“Let’s compete.”

Everyone turned at the sound of Hibari’s voice. The Cloud Guardian was leaning against the far wall, fingers scratching Hibird’s fluffy chin. The bird chirped in contentment and Tsuna was suddenly jealous of the small creature. Shaking his head, he focused on Hibari’s words instead of what he was doing with those long fingers.

“A competition for Tsunayoshi’s virginity?” inquired Mukuro, a smirk decorating his features, “There is no need. I already claim him; anyone who gets in my way will die.”

Hibari snorted, “If you are so sure of your win, then why not compete? Sawada Tsunayoshi as the prize should give many of us incentive,” A smug smirk flitted over his lips, “Of course, I wouldn’t mind biting him to death myself.”

Dino stepped forward, “I like the idea. May I join in?”

Glowering, the Cloud Guardian pushed away from the wall and strode over to where the blonde stood. Dino smiled down at him and Hibari lifted a shoulder in reluctant acceptance. Dino grinned and Tsuna flushed, body aching to feel the blonde against him again. He cursed softly and focused on the carpet. If he couldn’t get his straining libido under control, he was fucked. Literally.

“No one will touch the Tenth unless he wishes it!” Gokudera exclaimed, Vongola ring illuminating. Yamamoto placed a hand on the Storm Guardian’s shoulder.

“We wish to join.”

“Ah! Takeshi! That’s unfair, you can’t just speak for me!” hissed Gokudera, shrugging off the other male. He walked over to Tsuna, kneeling down beside him. Tsuna felt his body move towards the silver haired man, and his hand grabbed onto Gokudera’s thigh.

“He is mine! Unhand him!”

“How dare you. I’ll bite you to death for that.”

“Now, Gokudera, don’t think you’re special just because you got to Tsuna first.”

“Hayato, always the first one to start, ne?”

The Storm Guardian pulled back at his companion’s harsh words, face blushing bright red, “Ah, I didn’t mean to! I mean, Tenth, are you all right with this arrangement?”

Tsuna wasn’t actually focusing on anything being said to him. He simply wanted Gokudera to kneel back down, to capture those soft lips once again and taste smoke and cinnamon. His eyes drooped and looked up at Gokudera through his eyelashes, “Ah, Gokudera, I told you. Call me Tsuna.”

“Wha...?”

Reborn suddenly spoke, a soft smile on his lips, “Then it will be a competition. Whoever can seduce Tsuna and administer the cure wins. But you five will have to work together to keep him safe once he enters the second stage of the curse. Understood?”

They all nodded, eyes trained on the panting brunette sitting on the floor. Reborn grinned before addressing Fuuta, “Come. We should leave before things get hectic. Let the Competition for Tsuna’s virginity begin!”

Instead of each of his friends immediately attacking the poor brunette, many of them turned and left. Gokudera, however, stayed by Tsuna’s side and that was all the Mafia boss cared about. He smiled up at his friend, who was not looking at him. Frowning, Tsuna leaned forward, hand coming up to trail along Gokudera’s cheek. The bomb expert shuddered before standing abruptly, dislodging Tsuna’s hand.

“Come on, Tenth. Let’s get you back to your room,” he whispered, hands clenched by his sides.

“Gokudera?” Tsuna inquired, standing and moving closer to his Storm Guardian. The frown on Gokudera’s lips had Tsuna worried. He hated seeing his friend so confused and felt desire make way for concern. He placed a comforting hand on Gokudera’s shoulder before moving past him, exiting the room and closing the door with a soft click. He leaned against the wall, his hands fisting in his hair.

Why the fuck was everything going to shit?

“He’ll be okay, Sawada,” whispered someone. Tsuna looked up into the silver eyes of Ryohei, who stood in front of him with his arms crossed. Oddly enough, he felt desire and brotherly love war in his mind until they reached a neutral standpoint. Fuuta’s statistics seemed to be true. Ryohei was safe to be around.

“I just don’t get it. Why is this happening to me? I thought – I mean, everything – why?”

Ryohei leaned against the wall beside him, placing a consoling hand on his shoulder, “Sometimes we just need to accept whatever extreme circumstances come our way. This one is just less...violent than your usual predicaments. But you have all your friends behind you on it, so don’t worry too much. We’ll figure something out.”

“Ah, I guess you’re right. Thanks, Ryohei.”

The older man grinned, before looking thoughtfully at the door, “I could talk to him if you want. Gokudera is a cool guy; I’m sure he’ll come around. Besides, he has to join in the competition too.”

“Ryohei!”

Ryohei laughed before pushing away from the wall, “Stop worrying, Sawada. Everything will be fine. Just think of it as training. Though I have to admit, the ones participating in this competition are a little fierce. Hate to think about how Hibari will treat you if he gets his hands on you.”

Tsuna moaned into his hands and Ryohei chuckled, “Sorry, Sawada. You’ll be fine. I think.”

As Ryohei entered the room, Tsuna reluctantly headed back to his study. There was no way he was going to survive this, especially when he had five of his friends looking to take his virginity.

Tsuna groaned, “I’m fucked.”

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It was later that night that Tsuna found himself lying on his floor, staring absently at the ceiling, his hands stretched out to either side of his body. His mind whirled; different scenarios wandering through his brain at light speed. He didn’t know whether to be on his guard or to simply let things take their course.

There was a knock and Tsuna looked up, catching sight of silver hair and stormy eyes. He struggled into a half sitting position, watching Gokudera slowly enter the room. His Storm Guardian had changed out of his usual Mafia attire; a black wife beater could be seen beneath a white button up shirt, two buttons done up. Bangles and rings decorated his wrists and fingers; baggy jeans hung from pale hips. Overall, he didn’t look like Mafia. Tsuna’s libido agreed that he looked damn desirable.

“Ah, Tenth, I’m sorry about this afternoon,” Gokudera began, rubbing the back of his head, “I shouldn’t have allowed Hibari to suggest something so odd. You should choose who administers the cure.”

Tsuna closed his eyes and lay his head back down. His usual rule of ‘if-you-can’t-see-them-you-won’t-jump-them’ wasn’t working right now. His mind had zoned in on Gokudera’s words, and of course the casual way he was dressed, “It’s all right, Gokudera. But I have to agree with Hibari. Regardless of how much I hate this curse, my choosing of who will administer the cure will most likely blow up in my face. After all, I seemingly can’t decide who I’m attracted to most.”

Silence greeted his confession and Tsuna made the mistake of opening his eyes. Gokudera was standing over him, hands shoved in his pockets and teeth worrying his bottom lip. Tsuna’s breath caught and he fought against the overwhelming desire to pull the silver haired male on top of him.

Gokudera moved away from him, sitting down on the couch. His hands clasped between his knees and he looked at Tsuna with such confusion and want that the brunette actually writhed on the carpet. And then his mouth opened and he whispered, “Who are you attracted to right now?”

Tsuna froze, eyes widening. His mind whispered a soft, "Yes", and then he was up, moving towards Gokudera, sliding onto his lap. The bomb expert leaned forward, and their lips touched softly, a gentle caress. Gokudera’s hands wrapped loosely around his waist, as if he were unsure. Tsuna could feel the guilt pouring from the Italian and he smoothed those frown lines with his fingers, brushing back the soft silver locks and looking into those eyes.

“Tenth, I don’t think –”

Tsuna cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips, “Gokudera, I have always been attracted to you. Always. But I have never acted on anything I’ve felt.” He pressed a soft kiss to the underside of Gokudera’s jaw, “This curse – I hate it, but at the same time I cannot help but feel thankful. I can now act on my impulses; for once I am unafraid to touch –” Tsuna ran his fingers through Gokudera’s hair, “– to kiss –” He pressed a gentle kiss to the side of Gokudera’s mouth, smiling when the Storm Guardian closed his eyes, “– to feel. But I won’t push any of my friends to do something they don’t want to do. Regardless of how strongly I feel, it just wouldn’t be right.”

Gokudera met his eyes, and Tsuna watched the confusion disappear, replaced by a tantalizing twist of admiration, love, and desire. They both lurched forward, meeting in a flurry of tongue and teeth. Tsuna fisted his hands in Gokudera’s t-shirt, whilst the bomb expert tightened his grip on Tsuna’s waist, turning them both. The couch groaned when the brunette’s back hit the cushions, Gokudera leaning over him and prying open his lips. Their tongues tangled, each fighting to get closer, and Tsuna slipped his hands under his Storm Guardians t-shirt, skimming his fingers over the firm muscles, delighting in every touch.

Nimble fingers divested Tsuna of his shirt and the brunette quickly mirrored the motion, craving the feel of skin against skin. Gokudera’s fingers hooked in Tsuna’s belt, tugging him up into his lap, a smirk decorating his features. Tsuna leaned forward, kissing a trail from Gokudera’s cheek to his ear, pressing soft, nipping kisses just under it.

“Gokudera,” he whispered. He felt the other freeze and trailed his fingers down slim sides, “Please. Call me Tsuna. At least once.”

He felt his Guardian’s muscles tense before Gokudera pressed his forehead against Tsuna’s, eyes closed. He opened one stormy orb, meeting Tsuna’s unwavering gaze before he smiled, “All right. You win, Tsuna.”

Tsuna beamed at him, capturing his lips and leaning back, bringing his best friend with him. Their bodies twisted, coming together only to pull apart. Tongues tangled and fought, lips meshed and parted, and Tsuna couldn’t help but groan as Gokudera took control of the kiss, running a talented tongue over the roof of his mouth. Tsuna adored the taste of smoke and cinnamon that invaded his mouth and a whine escaped his lips when Gokudera pulled away.

“You taste like smoke. And cinnamon,” Tsuna whispered, pressing his lips firmly against Gokudera’s. The Italian pulled back, eyeing the young Mafia boss.

“Is that bad?”

Tsuna grinned, “Kiss me again and you’ll find out.”

Their mouths met and Tsuna laughed when Gokudera refused to open his lips. Caressing the seam with his tongue, Tsuna finally managed to get the stubborn Guardian to react, and the brunette gasped at the electricity that danced along his veins when their tongues tangled and caressed. His hands fisted in silver strands, and when they broke the kiss for air, Tsuna chuckled and licked his lips.

“Cinnamon. New favourite flavour.”

Gokudera laughed before pressing soft nipping kisses to the brunette’s throat. Tsuna writhed under the silver haired man, panting heavily, fingers digging into shoulder blades and soft hair. He arched, his head lolling to the side as the Italian licked a path from his neck to his chest. His body felt hypersensitive, each touch amplified by something the young Mafia boss couldn’t understand. His mouth opened in a silent scream when he felt a talented tongue swipe over his nipple, fingers teasing the other.

“G-Gokudera,” he breathed, hands fisting in silken silver strands as the bomb expert continued to tease him, flattening his tongue over the peaked nub. Tsuna tugged at Gokudera until the Guardian was close enough to kiss. He tried to ignore the hand travelling down his stomach; skimming his sides; tracing the edge of his jeans. His body quivered as those nimble fingers deftly undid his pants, sliding the zipper down agonizingly slow.

“Are you sure?” was the whispered question against his skin. Tsuna swallowed hard, eyes closed in concentration. He wanted so badly for Gokudera to touch him, just as Dino had not long ago. But this was Gokudera, his best friend, the only person that he trusted more than himself. Could he go through with it?

His hesitation caused Gokudera to pause, and suddenly the Italian was pulling back. Whining, Tsuna latched his arms around Gokudera’s neck, bringing him down for another heated kiss, “Hell no. Don’t you dare leave me now.”

Leaning forward, the Storm Guardian swiped his tongue over Tsuna’s lips, immediately gaining entrance. The kiss was passionate, needy; wanton. And after they broke away, Tsuna had no doubt that he wanted Gokudera, and wanted him bad.

“Please,” he breathed, rolling his hips and gasping in surprise. Damn, that had felt better than when he and Dino had done this. Gokudera groaned into his shoulder, and Tsuna dragged one of his hands down the Italian’s side, grabbing a belt loop and holding him in place as he thrust up again.

“Fuck,” hissed Gokudera, hand moving from its place on Tsuna’s stomach. There was no warning; warm fingers closed around Tsuna’s heated erection and the young Mafia boss cried out, eyes crossing as pleasure swirled over him. He released Gokudera’s belt, grabbing onto his wrist and pushing him down, panting breath loud in his ears. Gokudera kissed his neck, one hand sliding behind his back and caressing the skin there. Tsuna couldn’t stop moving; his body was crying out for more, but his mind was throwing up warning flags. He was warming up too fast.

Gokudera seemed to understand. He grabbed Tsuna, hoisting him up and onto his lap. Without hesitation, Tsuna wrapped his legs around Gokudera’s waist, thrusting shallowly into the hand barely caressing him.

“Wha...?”

“Bed. Now,” Gokudera explained, standing abruptly. Tsuna cried out as the friction increased, his body shivering and convulsing. His lips found Gokudera’s and he pressed closer, arms trembling as he tried to contain himself. Twice, Gokudera missed the doorway into his bedroom. Impatient with himself and with how things were going, the Storm Guardian pinned Tsuna to the wall, pulling away from the kiss long enough to gain his bearings.

“This is way too fucking complicated,” he muttered, finally managing to stumble through the door. Tsuna chuckled into his shoulder, watching through half lidded eyes as Gokudera locked the door, hand trembling on the door knob. The Mafia boss pressed a gentle kiss to the throbbing pulse on the Guardian’s neck, grinning at the shudder that rippled through the Italian. A guttural moan escaped him, however, when Gokudera dragged his hand up his heated arousal, thumbing the slit.

Tsuna fell onto the bed, tightening his legs around Gokudera’s waist and dragging him down. The pressure he felt had him arching, mouth open in a silent scream. But something was missing. He needed something else; regardless of how good it felt, something was missing.

“N-no,” he whispered, dragging Gokudera’s fingers from his erection. The Guardian watched him through passion lidded eyes, wondering why. Tsuna pressed the fingers to his lips, grinning at the look of complete shock on Gokudera’s face. His next words were hasty, “I’m not that naive. I do know enough about sex, even though I have never experienced it.”

“You are way too fucking coherent right now,” Gokudera laughed, eyes narrowing as Tsuna licked tentatively at one of his fingers. Tsuna closed his eyes as he continued to drag his tongue along the slim digit, grinning when he heard Gokudera choke. Peering at the flustered Guardian, he purposefully bit down, delighting in the moan that ripped from the other man’s throat. Gods, Gokudera looked sexy as hell right now.

“Tsuna, are you sure?”

The sound of his name falling from those lips made Tsuna shiver. But at the same time, he realized the power Gokudera was giving him by asking that question, the question that gave him a choice. Did he want Gokudera to be the one to take his virginity? Did he even want to give it up this early in the game? His body answered “Yes,” but his mind screamed “No”. He locked eyes with Gokudera and the Italian seemed to understand, removing his fingers from Tsuna’s mouth.

“Don’t worry then. We’ll make due.”

Wondering what Gokudera was about to do, Tsuna leaned up for another kiss. It was gentle, as if asking for forgiveness, but Tsuna didn’t want forgiveness; he wanted passion, fiery and hot. His tongue invaded the Italian’s mouth, loving the sound of surprise that tore from Gokudera’s throat. Sucking on the Guardian’s bottom lip, he didn’t realize what was happening until cool air hit his erection. Gasping, he blinked open his eyes as Gokudera pulled away from him, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Watching in desirable fascination as Gokudera slid down his body, Tsuna didn’t want to think about what his Storm Guardian was about to do; it would ruin the moment.

Warm breath fanned over his heated member and Tsuna felt his heart leap into his throat. Gokudera couldn’t be thinking – Tsuna fell back on the bed, a breathy scream escaping him; hands fisted in the sheets as wet heat engulfed the head of his erection, slowly pressing down. A talented tongue pressed flat against the underside of his arousal, making him arch his back, wanting nothing more than to thrust into that moist cavern. But Gokudera threw an arm over his hips, holding him down, keeping him from doing anything but writher about on his sheets as wave after wave of pleasure overtook him.

Gokudera’s other hand curled around the base of Tsuna’s erection, covering what his mouth could not, and as Tsuna arched, he felt the Italian slid up and then down, enveloping him once again in wet heat. He cried out, Gokudera’s name falling from his lips like a prayer. His legs moved restlessly; his body twisted and turned, trying to do something, anything to make Gokudera move faster. But the Storm Guardian had a tight grip on his hips, fingernails digging into his waist whenever he tried to thrust upwards.

“G-Gokudera, please,” Tsuna breathed, fisting the sheets as he threw back his head, letting out a stream of curses. His Guardian pulled back, pressing his tongue against the head of his erection, stormy eyes glittering as he caught and held Tsuna’s gaze. The young Mafia boss bit his bottom lip, chest heaving and sweat dancing down his brow. Silently, he begged, hoping to communicate his need to the silver haired male. Gokudera just hummed before dipping the tip of his tongue into the weeping slit, causing Tsuna to see stars. He couldn't breathe; his body seemed to be too tight. The Italian grinned at the reaction before pressing back down almost teasingly.

Molten fire danced about in his stomach, tightening as Gokudera continued to move over him, using tongue, teeth and lips to bring him closer to completion. Tsuna couldn’t stop moving; one of his hands crawled forward, trying to pull the Italian’s arm away from his waist, anything to make his orgasm come faster. But Gokudera was stubborn, bringing his lips to a halt when Tsuna managed to pry a finger away from his hip.

“Don’t – don’t stop,” Tsuna gasped, releasing the Guardian’s hand in a fervent hope that he would continue. His fingers tightened into a fist and he bit down when Gokudera decided that he had teased his boss enough. The Italian began to bob his head, fingers and lips working flawlessly together. Tsuna couldn’t stop the constant stream of moans that ripped from his throat; his eyes scrunched shut as he tried to stifle the noise, only to fail when Gokudera hummed against his heated flesh. Barely containing a scream, his hand moved away from his panting lips to wrap almost desperately in the comforter. The coil in his stomach tightened every time the Guardian's lips descended on him, every time that talented tongue swiped a path from the base of his erection to the tip, not missing a beat.

The fire in his stomach seemed to burst and Tsuna’s eyes snapped open, a choked gasp making its way past his lips. He cried out Gokudera’s name in warning and felt stars explode behind his eyes. His thighs trembled; his body arched impossibly; his hands tightened reflexively over silken sheets. His body thrashed as his climax overtook him, shaking him to his core. And as he fell back on the bed, chest heaving and body coated in sweat, he found that he wouldn’t stop shaking.

Gokudera pulled back, licking his lips and smirking softly. Tsuna threw an arm over his eyes and breathed deeply before pinning the silver haired male with a look, “I’m not going to make the same mistake twice, you know.”

“What?”

Tsuna forced his sated body forward, pinning Gokudera to the bed and pressing his lips firmly against the others. Energy seemed to come back to him as they kissed, mouths moving sloppily over one and other. They parted; a thin stream of saliva hung between them as Tsuna slid his fingers just under Gokudera’s boxers, watching the Italian’s eyes widen in comprehension. The blush that accompanied the understanding made Tsuna grin, and he quickly undid Gokudera’s pants, hand teasing the skin just above the obvious erection. He swallowed hard, realizing that he knew nothing about how to please another. Cursing softly under his breath, he decided that replaying what had been done to him would have to suffice.

His fingers wrapped around warm flesh and Gokudera shuddered, hands fisting in the comforter. Obviously, Tsuna had done something right. Enjoying the flushed look on his Guardian’s face, Tsuna leaned forward and pressed a firm kiss against those parted lips, carefully fisting his fingers and dragging them up.

“Jesus!” gasped Gokudera, pulling away from the kiss. His eyes closed and his breath hissed through his teeth as Tsuna continued to move his hand. The brunette concentrated on that pleasured face, wanting nothing more than to see another look. His fingers found a rhythm, and he soon had Gokudera twisting and panting under his ministrations, until the Italian grabbed his wrist and cried out his name, body convulsing.

Gokudera fell back onto the bed, eyes closed and breath coming in shallow pants. Tsuna removed his hand and stared at the white streaks coating his fingers. Gokudera peered at him through one eye, watching as Tsuna pressed a slim digit into his mouth, licking off his Guardian's essence. Muttering a short curse, the Italian carefully took hold of his wrist and pulled the young Mafia boss down on top of him.

“We’ll clean up later,” Gokudera managed, head falling back on the pillows. Tsuna curled up against his side, enjoying the sound of Gokudera’s heart. He looked up at his Storm Guardian, allowing a contented smile to dance across his lips. And as his mind drifted, he wondered if he had made the right move, if maybe he should’ve given Gokudera his virginity.

Fingers sifted lightly through his hair and Tsuna felt himself fade off to the reassuring sound of his best friend’s heartbeat.