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His, Part One

Author: Bligy

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Tsuna showered with a sense of impending doom. He felt… strangely happy that he knew, in ten years from now, he was still able to fuck his Guardians silly and that they still wanted him, but it also unnerved him.

Sure, he knew that this wasn’t something that was only going to happen for a temporary period of time. Once he started with them, it wasn’t like they were going to go anywhere. Hell, he was positive that Gokudera was completely in love with him and that Yamamoto wasn’t all that far behind, but… he closed his eyes.

He didn’t want the weight of love. He knew that he wanted them all of them, just… in different ways. He wanted Gokudera to be his loyal friend, pressing him up against walls and fucking him so hard that he couldn’t help but know that the man would give his everything if Tsuna just asked for it.

He wanted Yamamoto to keep touching him so gently, holding his hand, kissing his palm and slowly guiding him through the act of sex to the point where he wouldn’t even care if Yamamoto suggested something so kinky that it would normally make his body scream in despair, just so long as he could see Yamamoto as he truly was – happy and content with his life.

As for Mukuro… he was actually tempted to start some sort of voyage to get him out of prison, using his mafia contacts to find a way to release such a hungry, desperate soul from its captivity. More and more, he was getting the sensation of freedom out of their acts of depravity. He allowed no one else to have such liberties with his body, simply because he knew that Mukuro was in jail, and that their acts were a form of release for him, separating him from his boredom and horrible fate.

Well… his Guardians had said they wanted some action.

However, he also wished for six years from now. Six years… it seemed like such a long time to throw away, but he was unquestionably curious about what the elder-Lambo had said. It wasn’t that he lusted after the mini-cow… but the aspect of a teenage Lambo struggling to ‘seduce’ him amused the hell out of him, as did the idea of training that kid in the ways of his body and turning him into such a masterful ruler of Tsuna’s own body. He couldn’t help but blush every time he saw the form of his young friend, knowing that he was so very sick for wishing that Lambo would use his bazooka so Tsuna could drag his older counterpart off to some secluded corner for a quickie.

Blushing once more, Tsuna washed the rest of his body off and climbed out of the shower, getting ready to go to school.

School life had been oddly chaotic these past couple of weeks. Yamamoto had been involved in a lot of tournaments, meaning that Gokudera had had almost complete control over his time – not that Tsuna minded much, Gokudera was intensely enthusiastic – but he missed having multiple people touching him throughout the day.

He blushed at the thought and waltzed into his room, getting into his uniform and attempting to find his socks.

It wasn’t that he wanted them just for sex, although the sex was rather mind blowing. It was the fact that he wanted them in general. He just couldn’t imagine life without them anymore, without their hands on his body, their lips on his and their words soothing the ache of their lust.

Just thinking about it made him half-hard and he sighed, wishing that he knew some way to make his body a little less horny. Of course, if he was, then he probably wouldn’t be able to keep up with everything.

Oh well, that just meant he and Gokudera needed to get their a bit early, skip their lockers and just go into a closet for a quick round before classes.

Just as Tsuna was looping his tie, he blinked when he noticed that someone was calling him. Who would be calling him before school?

Rushing over, he flicked the phone up to see Gokudera’s face and answered.

“Hey!” Tsuna greeted cheerfully, if not a bit questioning.

It was then that he had to listen to three minutes of Gokudera apologizing in a wheezing, hacking voice about how he was sick and how he couldn’t poison the Tenth’s body and how he wanted to commit suicide due to his own body’s failings etc. etc. and Tsuna worked to calm him down and remind him that there was always later.

Of course, when he hung up, he realized that this meant that he was going to have a sex-free day and he felt a lump of discontent within him… disappointment, for lack of better word.

Sighing, he got ready and marched off downstairs to eat breakfast and hopefully make it through the rest of his day without driving himself crazy.

…

By lunch, he was vibrating in discontent, his knee bouncing and his fingers fidgeting with everything within reach. Yamamoto had been looking at him with eyes that said ‘I want you’, but they both knew that they didn’t have any time between practices – Yamamoto had another one at lunch – and the tournament itself.

Tsuna took a deep breath and attempted to calm down his body, even though it was still responding to Yamamoto’s presence.

When the lunch bell ran, Tsuna bolted, hoping to find a peaceful place where he could calm his body down and work on making sure he wouldn’t fail this semester. There were only six weeks left and he couldn’t afford to allow his body to distract him this badly!

Fleeing off to a section of the school where he hadn’t fucked his Guardians, Tsuna found himself in the stairwell leading to the roof, just a few halls away from Hibari’s ‘office’.

Panting from his mad dash, he pondered whether or not it would even be worth attending the rest of his class if he couldn’t calm himself the fuck down.

“Way to be a whore, Tsuna,” he mumbled to himself, curling his body up and working on breathing evenly.

With all of the sex around him, he hadn’t really had enough time to register how freely he gave himself to his Guardians. Yes, it was part of family’s health, yes he liked it, yes it was training, but it was still whoring himself out.

Blinking his eyes shut, he worked to get that thought out of his head. He couldn’t afford to be thinking like that anymore. He was too far, too deep, too fucking far gone down the rabbit hole. He couldn’t revel in his self-pity anymore or he’d just jeopardize everything he’d already done until this point.

Letting out his breath, he lifted his head and stood up, trampling the rest of the way up the stairs and onto the roof.

There were a few people there, given that it was lunch time, but most of them he didn’t know, so he was free to linger on the edge of the building and stare off into nothing.

When the bell rang, he debated going back to class, but decided to stay there instead. He probably wouldn’t be able to deal with Yamamoto staring at him the entire time, anyway. His body was wound far too tight and he didn’t have any way to let it out.

The sound of the door opening jolted him a bit, but he ignored it. It was probably just another student skipping.

Thus, he was almost – almost – too slow to dodge the chain-flail that whipped past his head and tangled itself in the fence inches from his turned face.

Not exactly shocked, more annoyed that his brooding was being disturbed, he turned to see Hibari staring at him, eyes blank and lips turned down – his neutral pose.

“Look, I’m not in the mood for fighting right now,” Tsuna stated, looking away and then turning away completely.

Hibari said nothing and Tsuna took this as a ‘whatever’ and continued with his sulking silence.

“You should be in class,” Hibari declared and Tsuna nearly jumped out of his skin to realize that the words had been said from right behind him.

He turned to see Hibari less than a foot away.

“So should you, then,” Tsuna snapped irritably, wishing that Hibari would just get the message.

“I am part of the disciplinary committee, it is my job to make sure that others aren’t skipping class,” Hibari declared, his voice cold and detached and grinding on Tsuna’s nerves.

“Yeah, so go find someone who’s actually going to listen to you. I’m not moving,” Tsuna grumped in defiance, feeling far too moody to deal with anyone attempting to bully him around right now.

“You will return to class,” Hibari-the-robot stated, unwinding his chain-flail from the fence casually and removing the other tonfa from wherever it was that he hid them.

“Won’t you just listen to me for once?! I DON’T WANT TO GO!” Tsuna roared, shouting it right in Hibari’s face and wincing when he saw that some spit had landed on his Cloud Guardian’s cheek.

Hating himself at the moment, he realized that, even if he hadn’t been being a complete douche-bag, yelling at Hibari more or less guaranteed he was about to get into a fight.

“Great,” Tsuna grumped, reaching into his pocket for his gloves as Hibari removed the spittle from his cheeks and lifted his arms up at the ready. “Bring it on. If I win, you’re going to leave me alone, got it?”

Hibari said nothing, his eyes flashing with rage and violence.

Within seconds, they were fighting, spanning over the entire rooftop, their swings wild and vicious, each of them going for the hurt, the pain, the strike that would cripple their opponent rather than kill them outright.

Tsuna felt like screaming throughout the entire fight, frustrated with everything and wishing that there was some other way than beating the hell out of his Guardian to work that frustration out.

As their movements got sloppier, each using more and more energy, they had a silent pact that they weren’t going to use their relics, for fear of damage to the school itself, and Tsuna ended up gaining the upper hand at the last moment. He struck out, punching Hibari squarely in the temple and sending the other man flying.

He didn’t stay down for long, dashing forward in an attack that shocked the hell out of Tsuna and had him pinned up against the stairwell’s door.

They both sat there for two seconds, staring and angry, before Tsuna leaned forward and viciously kissed his Cloud Guardian as revenge for the cheap shot that had gotten him pinned.

Hibari pulled back, eyes showing confusion and disgust for a second before Tsuna reached forward, grabbed his head and yanked him back so that he could kiss him so hard he felt his lips bruising and blood gathering between his teeth.

Hibari attempted to pull back, but Tsuna stepped forward, lodging his leg between his Cloud Guardian’s and tripping him, sending them both flying to the ground, Tsuna on top and grinding harshly against the hardness he felt in Hibari’s pants.

It was both the same and different from what he’d felt in the field before any of his whoring had started. That lust had been confusing, something he didn’t know how to deal with, this lust, this anger and pulse-destroying rage that had driven Hibari into this fight, he knew how to deal with, and he was going to deal with it.

Hibari squirmed again, attempting to jerk his hips up to dislodge Tsuna and get the upper hand, but Tsuna used his meager weight to pin his legs down and laced his arms around his Guardian’s arms in such a way that there was absolutely no way that Hibari would be able to dislodge him.

Hibari jerked his face away and almost looked… frightened as Tsuna kissed down his throat and bit him harshly, which caused Hibari to hiss and fight even harder.

“You wanna bite me to death?” Tsuna gasped, unsure of where this was all coming from, but knowing that it was everything he wanted right now. “Here’s your fucking chance.”

Hibari roared, forcing Tsuna off and was on him in a second.

Tsuna was screaming within minutes, mostly from pain but with a kind of obscene pleasure mixed into it as Hibari bit at his body, hard enough to bleed some of the time, but mostly just enough to cause giant bruises that weren’t going to be going away for weeks. Tsuna laced his hands into Hibari’s hair and dragged his face back up, kissing him roughly and not stopping, even when Hibari bit the tongue he forced into the other man’s mouth.

The blood just seemed to drive them on and Hibari took over control of the kiss, shoving Tsuna’s tongue back into his own mouth and grunting harshly when Tsuna bit him as well.

The two of them struggled in their kiss for a few minutes, blood and saliva dribbling down their faces in a mockery of romance, before Tsuna forced his guardian off and rolled them over. He reached for Hibari’s pants and let out a frustrated grunt when he realized that he still had his gloves on.

While he ripped them off, Hibari tore at Tsuna’s uniform and proceeded to bite his chest harshly, devouring him more and more.

Tsuna moaned in pain when Hibari’s teeth found his nipple and latched on harshly. He winced as Hibari shoved him back, taking control once more and Tsuna, glove-free, finally got those damn pants undone and reached inside, stroking the other man’s cock non-too-gently.

Hibari hissed and bit his other nipple, causing Tsuna to squeeze and Hibari to bite harder. Tsuna screamed in pain and Hibari let go, licking at the wound to taste the blood he’d left there and shoved Tsuna further up so that he’d have access to the rest of him.

Tsuna helped with the removal of his own pants and groaned when Hibari started biting at his inner thighs, causing him to tremble and moan in desperation.

“Fuck me,” Tsuna demanded, spreading his legs and grabbing Hibari’s cock.

Hibari paused for a second, as though regaining his thoughts for a second, and Tsuna grunted in displeasure, shoving the other man back again and engulfing his cock in his mouth, lubing it up slightly so that it wouldn’t hurt like high-holy fuck. Hibari’s hands laced into his hair nearly-immediately and ripped him off.

Tsuna was forced back against the fence and Hibari slammed home in one shot.

The scream Tsuna released was pure-pain, never had he felt something that hurt so badly, but he closed his eyes and started moving, adjusting his angle so that his prostrate was being mercilessly jabbed with every forward thrust of his Cloud Guardian’s hips.

The sex was so vividly painful that the pleasure was almost drowned out, but Tsuna was feeling a sick sense of pleasure in this act all on its own. His fingernails tore into the material of Hibari’s shirt, ripping holes and ruining the prefect’s perfect façade.

“Harder!” Tsuna screamed, and his demand was instantly granted, Hibari’s hips thrusting faster, harder, more merciless in their horrific massacre of his body.

Tsuna squirmed and moaned, screamed and tore at his newest lover as the two of them bit at each other’s mouths and issued wordless threats.

When Hibari finally came, Tsuna followed mere seconds after – his cock remaining untouched through the entire encounter.

Almost immediately, the two of them sunk down to the ground, the sex so intense that it had dragged out every inch of aggression Tsuna had in his body.

Within seconds of feeling the ground beneath his boneless knees, he felt his head fall against Hibari’s chest and he promptly passed out.

…

When Tsuna woke up, he was in his room and it was dark. His mind recalled what had happened and he hid his face in his pillow.

Fuck… he was getting so messed up. First he hadn’t wanted to have sex at all, and then he pretty much raped Hibari on the roof in an act of sexual frustration. Tears stung his eyes and he breathed out a shaky breath, unable to hold back his tears.

It wasn’t for another few minutes that he registered someone else was there. His body was trembling with the force of his sobs, but he still raised his eyes to see Hibari leaning against one of his walls, completely shrouded in darkness and still wearing the clothes that Tsuna had destroyed this afternoon.

Another few seconds and Tsuna had managed to regain his composure, sobs no longer wracking his body, but he still felt his limbs trembling.

“Why are you here?” Tsuna rasped, his voice brutalized with all the screaming and crying.

Hibari said nothing, merely stared. Tsuna had the distinct impression that it wasn’t because he didn’t have anything to say, but simply because he didn’t know how to say it.

“I’m… I’m sorry, about… before. I didn’t… I didn’t want to, I mean, I didn’t mean to…” the rest was left unsaid, as Tsuna was too ashamed to even put a word to his actions.

“Why?” Hibari barked, his voice soft but dangerous, inquiring but demanding.

Tsuna sighed and reached for his knees, to hug them to his chest, when he let out a soft hiss of pain and realized just how badly he’d hurt himself with their little tryst. He abandoned his attempts to hug himself and just lay on his side, staring at the man currently lurking in his room.

“I don’t know why… because you were there? Because I wanted you? Because I knew that if anyone was going to punish me, it was you?” Tsuna said, feeling even more deflated by the second.

That was why he’d taken on Hibari, wasn’t it? He was too much of a bitch to deal with his own emotions on using so many people, that he needed someone to make him feel physical pain to match the pain he’d been attempting to hide from this entire time.

“You need to be punished?” Hibari asked, his eyes flickering in a brief flicker of confusion before settling into their neutral expression once more.

“I felt that way, yeah,” Tsuna admitted freely, his wounds too real, too fresh to deny them.

“Then next time you need to be punished, ask,” Hibari stated, walking forward and grabbing hold of the front of Tsuna’s shirt.

Instantly, Tsuna felt a rush of Hibari’s lust strike him once more.

Hibari had enjoyed that.

Tsuna stared with wide eyes into the demanding, harsh eyes of the man in front of him and allowed his lips to open slightly. Hibari dove forward and claimed his lips violently at first, before tapering out to something that wasn’t exactly gentle, but it wasn’t splitting his lips against his teeth, either.

Tsuna responded once he was sure that Hibari wasn’t going to kill him and gently wrapped his arms around his Cloud Guardian’s neck.

“You’re disgusting,” Hibari whispered against Tsuna’s lips and Tsuna shivered at the words. For some reason, they rang untrue in his mind, from both his own viewing of himself as well as how he felt Hibari viewed him.

“Mmm,” Tsuna gasped as his mouth was invaded once more and he closed his eyes, allowing Hibari to push him back onto the bed firmly, his hold unwavering and unrelenting.

Tsuna relaxed beneath it, allowing Hibari to take control of his body while Tsuna felt the lust climbing within his elder.

He couldn’t quite grasp it, what exactly about this situation was turning Hibari on so. Unlike with Gokudera, where it was Tsuna and Tsuna alone, or Yamamoto who was grateful for a chance to exercise his deviancy, or even Mukuro who wanted to possess him so badly that it ached, Hibari’s reasoning remained a mystery.

Tsuna squeezed tightly at the back of Hibari’s head as the man pressed down even harder on him, grinding him into the mattress and causing him to gasp aloud. He wasn’t even sure whether it was pain or pleasure, merely that he felt, that it was real.

Hibari bit his bottom lip and licked it to taste the slight tang of blood, which Tsuna offered freely.

“Don’t touch me,” Hibari stated after a second, demanding Tsuna’s obedience.

Slightly defiant, but curious, Tsuna reached his arms above his head and crossed his wrists, holding onto the frame of his bed.

Hibari’s eyes dilated and Tsuna’s heart sped up. Was it his submission? Did Hibari want him to submit? But why? It wasn’t like everyone in their right mind didn’t submit to the terrifying man in some way or another.

Hibari reached down his re-clothed body, trailing his icy fingertips over his chest and down to his crotch, where he cupped the area, his hand like steel against his still-tender flesh.

“Ah!” Tsuna hissed, arching into the touch and turning his face away.

“Look at me,” Hibari demanded and Tsuna forced his face back, staring at Hibari intensely and feeling the power within swirl immeasurably.

Control… it all came down to control, like Reborn said it did.

“Spread your legs.”
Tsuna did so, opening his thighs and giving Hibari free reign to the skin that Tsuna realized was completely exposed. All he was wearing was a loose, baggy t-shirt with no underclothes of any kind.

Staring intently at Hibari’s eyes, which never left his, he attempted not to wince when Hibari’s hand trailed downwards to press lightly against his asshole. His body was still very, very tender from before and Tsuna was near-positive that there was no way he was going to stand any kind of penetration without a few days of recovery.

Hibari seemed to notice this and pulled back, fingers trailing lightly over the bite marks that he’d given just a few hours ago. Tsuna trembled under the touches as Hibari pushed the t-shirt higher. It got caught on his hips and Tsuna’s breath caught as he waited for Hibari to signal for him to move them up.

Black eyes looked up from his intense gaze on his most private areas and Hibari smirked, seeming to enjoy that Tsuna was still watching him.

“Lift.”

Tsuna did as requested, gently lifting his hips so Hibari could push his t-shirt ever-so-slowly up to his chest, getting caught just above his nipples.

Hibari’s breath hitched just slightly when he caught sight of the massacre of flesh that was Tsuna’s chest and thighs.

Tsuna trembled further as Hibari touched his body with fingertips so light that he could swear they were butterfly wings, intensely cold butterfly wings brushing lightly against his overly-sensitive and pain-wracked body.

The tips scanned lightly over the nipple that Hibari had bitten so hard it bled and Tsuna let out a gasping moan of pain, wincing and then forcing his eyes open again when the touch got harsher.

He looked up to see Hibari staring at his face intensely, obviously causing the pain so that Tsuna would obey him.

Tsuna took a deep breath and relaxed again, staring Hibari down defiantly.

The smirk returned and his lust spiked.

Wait… so Hibari liked it when he submitted, but he liked it when he defied him? What the hell kind of kink was this?

Hibari traced his fingertips up higher, completely skipping Tsuna’s second nipple and lightly tickled over his neck and onto his lips.

Tsuna reached his tongue out and lapped at one of the fingers lightly, just gently stroking the pad of Hibari’s index finger. Hibari’s breath caught again and Tsuna took another risk, extending his tongue and wrapping it around the finger, using his muscle to bring the digit into his mouth so he could suck on it like a baby with a pacifier.

When Hibari didn’t stop him, Tsuna took this as an invitation and took a second finger into his mouth, sucking on them a bit harder and closing his eyes for a second to focus and then opened them back up before Hibari could get angry at him.

Fortunately, Hibari appeared to be far too fixated on his lips at the moment and Tsuna reveled in the stunned, flushed appearance of his unshakable Cloud Guardian.

He moaned lightly and took the fingers down to the knuckle, so that Hibari was gently stroking the back of his throat. Tsuna was never more grateful that Reborn had ‘trained’ him out of his gag reflex by hanging noodles down the back of his throat and making him suffer.

Hibari’s eyes flickered to half mast as Tsuna started sucking eagerly, wrapping his tongue around the fingers and stroking them with its slippery surface.

Almost abruptly, Hibari removed the fingers and shoved his tongue into his mouth. Tsuna started stroking his tongue the same way that he had been Hibari’s fingers and was rewarded with a small sound from Hibari’s throat.

“Can I move?” Tsuna asked when Hibari pulled back. The older man was hovering above him, attempting to catch his breath and Tsuna kissed the man’s throat, tongue reaching out to lap against the flesh. “Can I touch you? I want to touch you.”

Hibari said nothing for a minute, a fine trembling in his arms signaling his tension.

After another few seconds of Tsuna nursing at Hibari’s pulse-point and getting a nice hickey, the elder man leaned back and removed himself from the bed.

“You may move,” Hibari declared as he walked to the window and escaped the stuffy confines of Tsuna’s room.

Closing his eyes, Tsuna shuddered under the weight of the lust Hibari had carried with him out of the room and again wondered what the fuck he’d gotten himself in to.

However, his body was in agony, despite his raging hard-on and he struggled out of his bed and to the bathroom, not even attempting to hide his wincing every step and his near-inability to walk in a straight line.

…

“What you did with Hibari was reckless,” Reborn stated when Tsuna returned to his room and the Vongola Tenth dropped his towel hesitantly into the laundry basket, turning away and reaching for some clothing.

“I know,” Tsuna said, closing his eyes and hugging the new PJs to his body.

“You will have to rest your body for it to heal,” Reborn declared, unmoving from his position on Tsuna’s bed.

“Did you watch?” Tsuna asked despairingly, head hanging as he limped back to his bed.

“Not all of it. I would have stopped it if I would have arrived any earlier,” Reborn stated, his voice obviously disapproving and his anger nearly touchable.

“A-ah…” Tsuna grunted, slipping onto his bed and working to re-cloth himself.

“You will never do anything like that again,” Reborn instructed, and Tsuna stared at his child-tutor blankly, unable to muster up any kind of anger for being told what to do, or any fear of the threat Reborn was issuing.

His body was aching so soundly that he was sure if ever attempted to do anything that again, he’d probably die.

Instead of answering, he merely nodded and lay back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling until Reborn left his side and continuing to do so for much of the day and night.

…

Tsuna missed the next three days of school… again.

Reborn made sure that he didn’t miss any of his school work, coming up with creative ways to make sure Tsuna understood and reviewed all the material. Tsuna was pretty sure it was just Reborn punishing him for being such a dumbass.
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