Want Me

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Chapter 5
Dance
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Tsuna yawned, fingers absently scratching his stomach as he stumbled out of his bedroom. His eyes trailed around the study, taking note of the new door that must have been installed when he was asleep. He winced at the copious amount of reports on his desk and quickly escaped into the hall, tugging on some sweat pants on the way out.

There was no one out this early; granted, Reborn had sent all of the other Mafia on a vacation to the all exclusive Mafia Island (Tsuna had gaped at the cost), so the halls seemed to be always empty. He made his way down the stairs, deciding to make something for himself.

The kitchen was located on the third floor. Tsuna yawned again as he made his way inside, surprised to see food and utensils already set out. Frowning, he walked forward, studying the ingredients, wondering who could possibly want to use the kitchen. Reborn had told him that he had just sent Alysia, their cook, off to see her family yesterday. Tsuna had asked why, but of course Reborn refused to tell him.

Tsuna shrugged and moved over to the food, poking and prodding at it. If Reborn had set it out, then it should be okay. Of course, if Reborn was involved, everything had an ulterior motive. He glowered at a cabbage before walking over to the fridge and digging through until he found what he was looking for.

There was noise behind him and Tsuna jumped, head hitting painfully against the refrigerator door. He turned around, rubbing his head, and saw a groggy Fuuta sitting on a stool, head cradled in his arms, “Morning, Tsuna-nii.”

Tsuna smiled. Fuuta had refused to drop the honorific when they had left Japan, and in a way it comforted Tsuna to know that not everything in his life had to change. Granted, his mother was still back at Namimori, as were Kyoko and Haru, but when he was trapped in Italy (Reborn had told him he was never trapped; he just couldn’t leave without Guardian protection) it was nice to have small things remind him of his previous life.

“Morning, Fuuta. What are you doing up so early?” Tsuna inquired, grabbing eggs and a box of rice. Fuuta yawned broadly.

“Couldn’t sleep. It’s always so noisy around here that I’m not really used to the silence.”

“Well, how are you enjoying your stay so far?”

“It’s always nice to see everyone. Save for Hibari-san. He’s frightening.”

Tsuna rubbed the bruise on his neck before nodding in affirmation. The eggs cooked quickly and he fried up two bowls of rice before placing one in front of the bleary Fuuta. His hands snaked out and grabbed the bowl, saying a light thank you as he picked up his chopsticks and tiredly poked at his rice. Tsuna leaned back at the counter, unable to stop scratching at the bruise on his neck.

“What happened?”

“Hm?”

“Your neck. You keep scratching at it.”

“Ah, well,” Tsuna stuttered, realizing his unusual habits had gotten him caught, “Hibari and I were training a few days ago and he kind of got me.”

Fuuta frowned, poking around in his rice, “Hibari-san is usually rough, isn’t he? He is ranked top out of all the fighting families in the world. And you are ranked at the top of subduing him when he gets out of hand.”

Tsuna laughed, “No, you just need to learn how to stop his bloodlust.” He hadn’t done a miraculous job the day before, but he wouldn’t tell Fuuta that. “He’s actually quite efficient when you tell him not to kill anyone. I don’t think he hates me, but it’s kind of hard to tell. And he means well! At least, I think so.”

Fuuta laughed, chewing on his chopsticks thoughtfully, “So, what are we up to today, Tsuna-nii?”

“Tsuna is going out dancing.”

Tsuna jumped, his rice falling with a clatter to the floor. He stared in dismay at his breakfast, which he hadn’t had the chance to enjoy before turning towards Reborn. Fuuta looked up and smiled at the baby, waving with his chopsticks.

“What do you mean I’m going dancing? I don’t dance! That’s just – Reborn!”

There was a chuckle from Fuuta before the brunette pointed out, “Reborn-san is top ranked for his ability to completely blindside Tsuna-nii. And I think it would be fun. Why are you going out dancing, Tsuna-nii?”

“I’m not!”

“Yes, you are. And Yamamoto will accompany you.”

Immediately Tsuna realized what Reborn was doing. Glowering at his tutor, Tsuna knelt and scooped up his breakfast, mind racing. After his conversation with the Acrobaleno last night about trying every Guardian before deciding, he didn’t think Reborn would act that fast.

“I just don’t dance, Reborn. I never have. And just because we had a conversation last night about Yamamoto doesn’t mean you have to force me to do anything,” Tsuna stated.

Reborn grinned, “When have I ever forced you to do anything, silly Tsuna?”

Tsuna glowered at his breakfast before fixing Reborn with a look, “Yesterday. And the day before. And the day before. You force me to things I don’t want to all the time, Reborn.”

The Acrobaleno tilted his hat up, “I have already informed Yamamoto of your plans tonight. You are to meet him outside the mansion at precisely ten o’clock. Understood, silly Tsuna?”

Tsuna sighed reluctantly before nodding. Reborn turned and left the room at the same time as Gokudera walked in, “Ah, Tenth! I need to talk to you about something.”

Tsuna didn’t look up; his body had frozen the moment he heard Gokudera’s voice. He hadn’t talked to the Storm Guardian since his short encounter after Hibari’s ‘training’ session. And even then, with Gokudera’s close proximity, it had been a challenge not to jump the silver haired man. His hands shook as he finished scooping up the rice; his face was a delicate pink as he turned towards the sink. Fuuta greeted Gokudera warmly before chewing on his chopsticks once more.

“What can I help you with, Gokudera?” Tsuna inquired, hands gripping the counter top. He could feel the Guardian moving closer, could feel the desire pooling in the bottom of his stomach. If Gokudera didn’t leave soon, Tsuna would not be held responsible for what was about to happen.

“Actually, I was wondering if you’ve seen Dino. I forgot to tell him what I learned about his family while I was in Canada.” The bomb expert was close enough that Tsuna could smell his cologne. Breathing through his mouth, Tsuna focused on everything except the want coursing through him. “Are you all right, Tenth?”

“Yes, perfectly fine. And no, I haven’t spotted Dino since our short conversation yesterday after I stumbled into you. Now, if you’ll excuse me,” Tsuna made his escape, hands fisting in his sweat pants, eyes closed tightly. Fuuta called out his name, but Tsuna was long gone.

Tsuna took to roaming the halls, cooling himself down after being so close to Gokudera. He had thought long and hard about what had happened between the two of them, but could not decide whether or not he had made the correct choice in not giving his virginity to his best friend. Of course, with what he had talked to Reborn about last night, he was suddenly afraid. If – and when – he got to Mukuro, he didn’t want to think about how the illusionist would react when he suddenly stopped him. Hopefully not the same way Hibari had; those spiked tonfa’s of his were enough to give Tsuna nightmares.

He found himself back near the kitchen. Reluctantly, he walked inside, breathing a quick sigh of relief when he only found Fuuta, arms curled around his empty rice bowl and mouth open as he slept. Tsuna smiled softly and walked forward, running his fingers through the soft caramel coloured hair. Fuuta was simply a younger brother to Tsuna, one that had been suddenly dumped in his lap when Reborn appeared. But he had to thank the Acrobaleno for giving him a much larger family; even Lambo and I-pin had been a blessing in disguise.

Moving back over to the counter, Tsuna once more began to make his breakfast. As the rice cooked, he carefully pried the empty bowl from Fuuta’s grasp, smiling when the young man mumbled incoherently before settling back comfortably in the folds of his arms. He grabbed a stool and sat, just thinking, as his breakfast continued to cook.

Tonight he was going out. Dancing. With Yamamoto. His incredibly sexy, incredibly lively, Rain Guardian. Huh.

His head met the table with a thud as his fingers threaded through his hair. This was why he didn’t enjoy late night agreements. This was why he didn’t enjoy Reborn playing with his life. His damn tutor was trying to kill him.

“Tsuna-nii?” came a groggy voice. Tsuna looked over at Fuuta, giving a small smile as the young man yawned broadly, “Wasn’t Gokudera-nii here just a few minutes ago?”

Tsuna laughed, getting up and grabbing his rice. He turned around to find Fuuta watching him through half lidded eyes, “Ah, Tsuna-nii, what was that about you going dancing tonight?”

“When did you fall asleep again?”

Fuuta thought for a second, yawning again, “When Gokudera-nii came in to talk to you about Dino-nii. So, why are you going dancing tonight? Your ranking for that is quite low.”

“Thanks,” moaned Tsuna, sitting down beside Fuuta with his breakfast, “Actually, Reborn wanted me to go out. I’m not sure why, actually.”

“Reborn-san works in mysterious ways. I’m sure whatever it is will be fine!”

Tsuna spooned more rice into his mouth, “He’s always doing that to me, though. Always. He even did it when all three of you were brought into our family.”

Fuuta’s face seemed to fall, “Ah, I didn’t mean to intrude, Tsuna-nii.”

“No, no, no! I didn’t mean that. You guys were welcome and always will be. You know you’re like my little brother,” Tsuna reached across and ruffled Fuuta’s hair. The younger brunette flushed, looking down at the tiled surface.

“You know, before I came to live with you and mama, I wasn’t really accepted anywhere. Everyone knew of my ability; the families that supported me were either held hostage or killed. A lot of them were also cruel and did ... well, they weren’t very supportive. But when I came to Japan, when I met you and mama, even Reborn-san, I felt like I belonged. And you kept me safe all that time, even when Mukuro-nii took me.

“That’s why I know I can trust Tsuna-nii and his family, because you all have kept me safe. And I know if something went wrong, Tsuna-nii would come save me again.”

Tsuna was shocked by the spiel that had suddenly come forth. He knew Fuuta had always had a hard time; that the families the young Mafioso had stayed with had not been kind. But he hadn’t known they were held hostage, many of them killed. He looked at his younger brother, wondering what other horrors the boy had witnessed. But when he opened his mouth to ask, he felt a familiar presence filter into his mind, warning him to either run or keep himself under control. Seconds later, he knew he had made the wrong choice in not moving, as Mukuro walked inside.

At first, the illusionist didn’t look at him, yawning broadly and making his way towards the refrigerator. Both brunette’s had frozen, staring at the older male. Fuuta seemed both frightened and mystified. Tsuna was staring at the broad shoulders and pale expanse of back revealed for his viewing pleasure. A small portion of his mind wondered if Mukuro had even realized he was walking around in sweat pants only, leaving his torso completely bare. The other half was trying to restrain himself from jumping on the Mist Guardian and allowing Mukuro to ravage him against the refrigerator.

Mukuro turned around after retrieving his pineapple juice, eyes widening in surprise at the two fidgeting brunettes. A devilish smirk lit his features and he moved over to Tsuna, placing his precious juice on the marbled surface before leaning down, directly in Tsuna’s line of sight.

“Good morning, Tsunayoshi. What a pleasant surprise meeting you so early,” the illusionist purred, lips quirked up in a smirk. Tsuna swallowed hard before looking away, trying to focus on anything but the allure of pale skin. Mukuro laughed, hand reaching out to touch Tsuna’s palm. The brunette flinched, heat coiling through him quick and hard. Fuuta seemed to notice his distress and tried to relieve the situation.

“Mukuro-nii! Uhm, Hibari-san was looking for you. Y-you should probably find him. He looked angry.”

“Oh?” The Mist Guardian fixed his mismatched eyes on Fuuta at the same time as Tsuna finally lost the battle with his sexual frustration. His fingers began to play meekly with Mukuro’s, and the illusionist returned his attention to the young Mafia boss.

“Ah, no, please, Mukuro-nii. You must go see Hibari-san. Tsuna-nii has much to do today!”

Mukuro chuckled, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to Tsuna’s ear. The brunette leaned into his touch, eyes drooping. But before they could continue, the illusionist straightened, running his fingers along Tsuna’s arm before turning to leave.

“Perhaps later, Tsunayoshi,” And, like the mist he was, he disappeared.

Tsuna sat still, trying to recollect himself, but unable to shake the feeling of Mukuro’s soft touch on his skin. Fuuta sat beside him, wringing his hands and unsure how to proceed. Tsuna seemed to shake himself out of his stupor and fixed the younger brunette with a shaky smile.

“I, uhm, I’m sorry you had to see that, Fuuta. I – well, let’s see. This just became incredibly awkward,” Tsuna shoved rice into his mouth to stop himself from talking. Fuuta just continued to watch him, a curious light in his eyes. Coughing uncomfortably, the young Mafia boss stood abruptly and dumped his unfinished breakfast in the garbage. He cast Fuuta a quick glance before stuttering a hasty good bye and escaping out the door.

Reborn was awaiting him in his room when he arrived and he stepped back, suddenly unsure. Reborn grinned, holding up a small box and gesturing for Tsuna to come forward. The brunette sighed and reluctantly walked over, taking Reborn’s offering and opening it up. Inside was a small contact case; tinted green lenses stared up at him and Tsuna glanced up at Reborn in confusion.

“Many of your enemies know you by your eye colour. If we change that, then you will be somewhat disguised. Coupled with the fact that you will be in a darkened club, with Yamamoto by your side, you will be perfectly safe,” Reborn nodded shortly before jumping off the desk. Tsuna watched him leave, eyes wide, “Yamamoto will meet you outside at ten o’clock. Do not be late, silly Tsuna, or I will shoot you.”

Tsuna looked down at the contacts and sighed, “Yeah, Reborn, sending me to a dark club with Yamamoto will definitely keep me safe.” He sat down behind his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose, “Damn tutor.”

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Tsuna stepped outside, looking around for his escort. He heard his name and turned, eyes immediately devouring the sight of Yamamoto dressed in casual clothing, his hair spiked and set slightly to the side, his eyes light and playful. Tsuna swallowed hard; he had no idea how he was going to keep himself from his Rain Guardian. Especially if they were to be together in a close proximity.

“Ah, hello, Yamamoto,” Tsuna greeted. The swordsman smiled and Tsuna felt his legs quiver. Damn libido – he needed it to play by his rules tonight.

“Reborn said I’m to take you to a well known club. Looking forward to dancing?”

Tsuna chuckled, rubbing the back of his head guiltily, “Actually, I’ve never been out dancing. I never went to any of the local dances held at Namimori. The idea of my feet trying to coordinate themselves to any type of beat still frightens me.”

Yamamoto laughed as he stepped into the garage, Tsuna following at a safe distance. The swordsman looked over the vehicles before picking out a red Lamborghini Diablo. Tsuna stared at the car; weren’t they supposed to stay inconspicuous? Reborn had told him that he shouldn’t shout ‘Mafia’ at the top of his lungs, and the choice of vehicle was pretty close to that type of confession.

“Ah, Yamamoto, could we take another vehicle? Reborn said –”

Another chuckle as the swordsman opened the car door and gestured inside, “You worry too much, Tsuna. We’re just going to have fun. Why not use one of the flashier cars for that type of thing?”

“Well, I guess...”

The ride there was tense, at least for Tsuna. His eyes were constantly drawn to Yamamoto’s form, imagination taking a firm hold of him and creating every sexual image it could come up with. By the time they reached the city, Tsuna was resisting the urge to dip his fingers into his own pants.

“This is so unfair,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against the window. Reborn had obviously known Tsuna would go mental from the close proximity with Yamamoto. The swordsman had turned on the radio the moment the silence rained; Tsuna groaned when the Rain Guardian’s soft voice flitted over him. Biting his bottom lip, he prayed to whatever God that may be listening to take pity on his poor virgin soul and get them to the club as quickly as possible.

Moments later, Yamamoto was opening his door and helping him out, smiling at the young Mafia boss. Tsuna had finally calmed himself down, and grinned half heartedly up at the swordsman before scanning his surroundings. Music pulsed from the club; there were numerous people lined up outside the door, many of them dressed up. Tsuna followed closely behind Yamamoto as they made their way towards the door, bypassing the copious amounts of people awaiting their turn to be let in.

A burly man stood in their way but Yamamoto simply grinned and pulled Tsuna in front of him, whispering, “I’d like it if you let me and my friend in, no questions asked.”

The guard blinked in confusion before Yamamoto was waving money in his face. The man smiled, taking the cash and gesturing the two inside. Yamamoto grinned before pushing Tsuna inside.

“Ah, Yamamoto, shouldn’t we have waited in line?”

“Tsuna, you’re a Mafia boss. If I made you wait in line, Reborn would have me strung up.”

Tsuna sighed his affirmation before looking around. The club thrummed with music; the walls pulsed with the beat. Tsuna looked at the crowd, subconsciously touching his face. He knew he looked fine, but the fact that he was wearing contacts to hide his eyes didn’t make him feel any safer. Especially ith Yamamoto in such close proximity.

“Yamamoto, do I look different?”

The swordsman glanced at him, taking his time in studying Tsuna. The young Mafia boss flushed under the intense scrutiny before turning his attention to the crowd, hoping Yamamoto didn’t notice his fidgeting.

“You still look like Tsuna to me; though your eyes are green now. You look more mature with different eyes. I like it.”

Before Tsuna could stutter a reply, a new song suddenly came on and the crowd seemed to sway, congealing into a mass of people. Tsuna’s eyes were drawn to multiple people in the throng, all with their arms thrown up and bodies moving to the beat. Tsuna didn’t like dancing; the idea of his clumsy feet actually making sense to any type of rhythm was something he never thought about. But the people in the club – they looked like they were having fun. And for once, Tsuna didn’t feel afraid to have that fun.

Yamamoto touched his arm and the brunette jumped, not expecting it. Smiling at the swordsman, Tsuna tried to get himself under control. He heard Yamamoto state that he was going over to the bar for a quick second; that Tsuna should start dancing. The young Mafia boss nodded, flushing when Yamamoto grinned at him. And then the Rain Guardian was gone.

Tsuna fidgeted on the outskirts of the dance floor. It was incredibly dark, but at the same time the lights seemed too bright. Tsuna began to inch his way closer to the moving throng, hands beginning to itch. When he finally dared to enter the crowd, he wondered if he had done the right thing.

People were moving to the beat; hands thrown up, eyes closed, heads rolling back and forth in time with the bass. Tsuna stood in the midst of all the movement, gaze trailing over every person he could see. He spotted a couple by the wall, still moving in time with the beat, but mouths and hands all over each other. He flushed when he felt that familiar heat and turned away quickly, covering his cheeks.

His eyes scanned the crowd and he saw another couple, both male, in the middle of the floor. The redhead was holding onto the others’ belt loops, a cocky smile on his lips. Green eyes sparkled as the music continued to thrum through the club and his partner, a short blonde man with dazzling blue eyes, sighed and finally began to move, drawing the eyes of almost everyone in the room. Tsuna was transfixed by how they moved together, each finding ways to compliment the other. Their fingers coiled together and Tsuna felt another blush dance across his cheeks when they leaned in to touch lips.

Someone sidled up to him, and his head snapped to the side when he felt slim hands grab his belt loops. A busty blonde was holding onto him, her hips rolling and eyes half lidded. She smiled at his blush and her fingers traced down his cheeks before he could say anything. His brain seemed to stall, but at the same time he was looking at her body, not as attracted to her chest and figure as he usually would be. Frowning, he began to dance, feet finding the beat easily, and was thoroughly shocked when he didn’t fall down.

“Are you new here?” she asked, cherry lips brushing against his ear. His body barely responded; only a half hearted reaction. He suddenly wanted Yamamoto by his side.

“Yeah. My friend wanted to take me out for the night,” he explained.

“Oh,” she pouted, “Is she here?”

“Not a she,” a new voice slid seamlessly into the conversation. The blonde looked up and gaped, before recollecting herself and eyeing Yamamoto’s body, licking her lips. Tsuna glowered, suddenly feeling very possessive. He stepped forward, hooking his fingers over the rim of Yamamoto’s pants.

“Where’ve you been, love?” he inquired, smiling wickedly when he saw the blonde falter. She opened her mouth to speak, but changed her mind and turned on her heel. She was promptly swallowed up by the crowd.

“ ‘Love’, huh?” Yamamoto grinned, leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to Tsuna’s ear. The brunette sighed, leaning into Yamamoto’s touch. The swordsman wrapped his arms around Tsuna’s waist, pulling him close at the same time as he began to dance. The beat seeped into their steps, making each movement an intricate pattern neither could replicate. Tsuna grabbed onto Yamamoto’s shirt, head tilting up to look into those dark eyes.

“So,” Yamamoto began, voice deep. Tsuna shivered, body reflexively drawn towards the source of his attraction. The swordsman continued, “Why did you suddenly want to go dancing?”

Tsuna smiled, his hips swaying as he brought his fingers up and curled them into Yamamoto’s collar. Emerald met coffee as the music pulsed around them, and Tsuna pressed his lips firmly against Yamamoto’s. The bass echoed in his ears, and he felt warm arms wind about his waist; Yamamoto was pushing back, bringing them to a standstill. A tongue sluiced across the seam of Tsuna’s lips, and the brunette allowed his Rain Guardian entrance, tightening his grip as electricity danced along his veins.

“I thought we were dancing?” Yamamoto whispered against his lips. Tsuna grinned, loving the playful feelings emitting from his friend. He absorbed them, making them his own, finally understanding what Reborn had been talking about.

“Thought it would be more interesting if we ‘danced’ together,” Tsuna breathed in reply. Yamamoto chuckled before capturing his lips, dipping his hands under Tsuna’s shirt and rubbing his thumbs over tanned hips. Tsuna broke the kiss, meeting those darkened eyes with his own. He could feel the swordsman’s breathing pick up, could feel his muscles ripple seamlessly beneath his touch. Grinning, he pressed another hasty kiss to those soft lips before twirling away as the beat picked up.

Yamamoto followed, catching Tsuna easily. They moved together, and Tsuna was reminded of the other couple, the one’s whose steps seemed to capture each other’s movements. He could feel the connection between them, could feel it as surely as his own feet beneath him. His fingers curled into the baby fine hair at the base of the swordsman’s head and Tsuna pulled him down for another kiss.

“You don’t want to dance, do you?” Yamamoto breathed.

“On the contrary,” Tsuna began to walk backwards, Yamamoto following, “I’m just interested in a different type of dance.”

They stumbled away from the crowd, Tsuna landing heavily against the wall with Yamamoto pressing against him. Their mouths met; tongues tangling and teeth nipping. Tsuna bit his lip to curb the moans that were threatening to burst forth from his throat. Yamamoto dug his fingers into the brunette’s hips, pressing them closer together as they kissed again, the beat in the club egging them on. Pulling back, Tsuna tilted his head to the side, baring his neck.

Yamamoto pressed nipping kisses under his jaw, tracing an intricate pattern over his neck and collarbone. Tsuna could feel his body responding, could feel the familiar electricity dance through him. His fingers tangled in ebony locks and he gasped when Yamamoto pushed his shirt up, bunching it under his arms and skimming calloused fingers over his stomach. Leaning back, he watched Yamamoto through desire lidded eyes, tightening his grip on his Rain Guardian’s sleeves when the swordsman began to dance, slowly rolling his hips in time with the beat.

“So, what is the real reason that you came down here for?” Yamamoto asked, trapping the panting brunette with his arms, leaning close enough that their breaths mingled. Tsuna lifted a hand and grabbed the swordsman’s collar, colliding their lips as another song thrummed through the club. When they pulled back, Yamamoto’s eyes had darkened substantially and Tsuna grinned as he pressed himself back against the wall, waiting for the next move.

“Reborn wanted me to go out. Said something about dancing –” Tsuna gasped as Yamamoto pressed against him, hand once more sliding up his shirt to tease his chest. He felt the swordsman grin against his neck and tried to continue, “Said going dancing with you would be safe.”

“Hm,” the hand found a nipple and began to twist and tweak, making Tsuna arch his back, hands latching onto Yamamoto’s muscular arms. Yamamoto continued to speak, “So, after your training, you decided to release some energy in a – productive way?”

Tsuna’s soft laugh morphed into moan as Yamamoto’s hand left his nipple to scratch lightly down his stomach, “R-right. Productive.”

“Ah, Tsuna, so damnably sexy,” Yamamoto muttered before pressing their lips together. Tsuna moaned into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Yamamoto’s, writhing against the hand that was currently teasing the seam of his pants. This was what he had craved; simple touches, simple words, simple desires. After his rough encounter with Hibari, he needed something soft; almost gentle. His body nearly purred in pleasure as those fingers hooked onto a belt loop and pulled him forward.

“Are you sure you want to continue here?” Yamamoto inquired. Tsuna’s head fell back against the wall as he panted, trying to recollect his thoughts. Yamamoto took his prolonged silence as a no and wrapped an arm around Tsuna’s waist, moving him away from the wall. The bass thrummed through the room as the swordsman pushed open a door near the back of the club. A crudely lit hallway stretched before them and as Tsuna regained his bearings, Yamamoto pushed him against the wall, mouth latching onto his as the door closed, cutting off the lyrics to the song.

Yamamoto’s fingers trailed down his sides, before they caught the hem of his shirt and quickly pulled it off. Tsuna focused on the impractical task of unbuttoning his Guardian’s shirt – why the hell did they always wear such damnable clothing when they wanted to screw him? – only to stumble over the last few buttons when their chests brushed. He gave up all together when the swordsman teased a particularly sensitive area of his neck, causing him to see stars.

Their hips met sharply and Tsuna arched, a guttural moan escaping him. Gods, that felt good. His head fell forward onto Yamamoto’s shoulder, and another thrust had him shaking, body quivering with need, with a desire that couldn’t be sated with simple friction. He bit the junction between Yamamoto’s shoulder and neck softly, arms wrapping around his shoulders and settling in the baby fine hair at the base of the swordsman’s neck.

The hand bracing Yamamoto against the wall suddenly gave way and the arm curled around Tsuna’s waist, fingers tracing patterns into the small of his back. The swordsman suddenly turned, switching their positions, with Tsuna pushing Yamamoto against the wall, one of his hands pressed firmly against the plastered surface. They locked eyes, emerald yielding to soft chocolate brown, and then they were kissing once more, lips moving and tongues tangling. Yamamoto slipped both hands down the back of Tsuna’s pants, cupping his bottom and forcing him forward. Tsuna cried out at the friction, eyes scrunched closed as waves of pleasure coursed through him.

“Damn it,” he hissed, panting heavily. Those fingers massaged his ass, making him arch back into them, but at the same time he wanted nothing more than to thrust forward. Torn between two pleasures, Yamamoto laughed and continued to massage him, meeting his eyes.

“What do you want, Tsuna?” he whispered, catching an earlobe between his teeth. Tsuna groaned and pushed forward, trying to simultaneously thrust in two directions. Yamamoto pushed apart the brunette’s legs, rubbing a thigh against the obvious arousal that was being held in restraint. Biting his bottom lip, the young Mafia boss moved his hips without thought, trying to gain more friction from two different sources.

Yamamoto teased him with another squeeze on his bottom before he removed his hands and turned the young Mafia boss around, hands securely wrapped around the brunette’s waist. Tsuna arched, his back pressed firmly against Yamamoto’s chest, his ass pushed against an obvious hard on. The feeling was enough to make his legs quiver and almost give out. Yamamoto laughed into his ear, dragging suckling kisses up his neck.

“Ah, Y-Yamamoto,” he managed, grinding back. Yamamoto moved at the same time, thrusting forward and Tsuna shouted hoarsely, body thrumming at the feeling.

Yamamoto brushed his fingers over the bulge in Tsuna’s jeans, chuckling as the brunette’s breath caught, “Come on, Tsuna. What is it you want?”

He couldn’t answer; it was the same as when he had been with Dino. Tsuna couldn’t seem to breathe; his lungs were gulping in air faster than he could breathe it out; his hands latched desperately onto Yamamoto’s wrist as the swordsman popped the buttons on his jeans and skimmed his fingers over the elastic of his boxers. Biting his bottom lip until he felt blood, Tsuna threw his head back, resting it on Yamamoto’s shoulder. He felt those fingers dip lower and screamed out Yamamoto’s name when the swordsman simultaneously closed his hand over Tsuna’s erection and thrust forward, grinding himself against the brunette’s compliant bottom.

“Breathe, Tsuna. Breathe,” Yamamoto commanded softly, panting breath warming Tsuna’s ear. The brunette struggled to comply, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to ignore the pleasure coursing through him, how Yamamoto was moving his hand so very slow up and down, how every third pump of his Rain Guardian’s hand was accompanied by a sharp thrust of his hips. Gasping, he pressed himself flush against his swordsman, groaning when Yamamoto captured his parted lips.

Their movements became more erotic, Tsuna unable to decide which way to move, Yamamoto caressing him in time with his shallow thrusts. Tsuna wondered what it would be like, having the swordsman fill him, having himself pushed against a wall as he was screwed into the cool plaster. His body shuddered at the image and he ran his fingers down his throat, feeling that familiar molten coil take root in his stomach. He tried to move faster, tried to increase the friction, but Yamamoto continued the agonizing pace until he suddenly shifted and Tsuna found himself pressed against the wall, hands trembling as he tried to stop himself from face planting into the cool barrier.

Yamamoto leaned forward, slowing his ministrations and Tsuna bit back a whine, “Tsuna, I need to know. Do you want this?”

Those words again. Gokudera had asked him that, before he had taken Tsuna in his mouth. Gasping, the young Mafia boss tried to recollect his thoughts, tried to show some control, but it was so hard to think with his body caught between cold and hot. He was suddenly reminded of his encounter with Hibari, how they had been in almost the exact same predicament. Thinking about the Cloud Guardian made Tsuna arch, recalling only the pleasurable feel of those fingers striking something inside of him. He wanted that pleasure again.

Yamamoto pulled him flush against his chest, stilling his movements. Tsuna keened at the loss, hands finding Yamamoto’s wrist and trying to force him to move. The swordsman was quiet behind him and Tsuna couldn’t understand why they weren’t continuing. A sudden blast of bass and lyrics echoed off the hollow walls and Tsuna watched another couple stumble through the door, clothes already being shed. They disappeared through a conveniently placed doorway and Tsuna could blearily make out their writhing forms, each fighting to get closer to the other.

“Ah!” he gasped as Yamamoto resumed their pace, but this time with more force. His body moved restlessly, fingers clawing at the wall as he tried to keep himself from coming too soon. But the swordsman seemed bent on pushing him over that edge. But his climax was just out of his reach.

“So close, so close, so, so close!” panted Tsuna, fingers fisting against the wall, trying everything that he hoped would make that coil in his stomach burst. Yamamoto sensed his need and pulled back just enough to bring his other hand around. Pushing down the jeans that hindered the brunette from gaining more pleasure, the swordsman trailed nimble fingers over the curve of Tsuna's quivering bottom, breath warming his ear.

When those questing fingers ghosted over his entrance, Tsuna’s back straightened and a high whine escaped him without his consent. Panting, he looked over his shoulder at Yamamoto, who was staring at him in wide eyed fascination. Those fingers returned, this time to circle and push slightly inside.

Carefully, as if Yamamoto were holding something breakable, two fingers found their way inside, but the brunette didn’t feel the pain. He didn’t want his swordsman to stop moving his fingers to allow Tsuna time to adjust, he didn’t want anything but more pleasure, possibly on that spot the Rain Guardian was – oh God!

Gasping, Tsuna could do nothing as that familiar coil was pushed tighter and tighter and he was shoved firmly against the wall, one hand fisting him harshly whilst the other was occupied with rubbing that incredibly electric spot inside of him. A talented tongue swiped over his throat, playing with the rabid beating pulse in his neck. His body suddenly tightened before his back arched; arms shivering and collapsing; eyes scrunched closed. He felt Yamamoto stiffen behind him, most likely shocked at the feel of his fingers being squeezed, but that fact only threw the brunette into more of an aroused frenzy.

He fell back against Yamamoto, panting heavily, eyes closed and noise nonexistent. The swordsman chuckled in his ear, fingers disentangling from him and pressing a delicate kiss to Tsuna’s temple. The brunette tilted his head and pressed a breathy kiss to the swordsman’s cheek as his shaking hands hastily did up his pants, stopping when he felt Yamamoto’s obvious erection pushed against the small of his back. He looked up, eyes wide and wondering, but Yamamoto simply grabbed his waist and marched them back towards the door.

“Ah, Yamamoto, but –”

The beat overtook them before Tsuna could even offer to help Yamamoto with his obvious problem. The brunette caught the other’s eyes, and felt guilty when the swordsman grinned at him. He was dragged back onto the dance floor before he could stutter a reply and found him in the midst of movement to another song. Reluctantly he began to move his hips in time with the beat, and as it picked up, he felt warm hands wrap around his waist and pull him against a firm chest.

“Yamamoto, I could’ve –”

Again, Tsuna was interrupted as Yamamoto squeezed his arms around Tsuna’s waist, moving his hips at the same time as the brunette’s, humming a soft response, “This is your night out, Tsuna. Perhaps another time.”

Tsuna flushed and nodded, knowing without a doubt that he would love to do this again. But maybe, next time, without the dancing to interfere.