Want Me

A/N: Why didn't anyone tell me that Want Me wasn't as updated as all my other sites? I surf about on AFF only to find that my story is one chapter short of all my other posts. And it's one of my favourite chapters, too! I apologize for the delay, and I'm hoping to have the next chapter Cure will be up when I finally manage to make it work. Enjoy!

Word count: 6,819

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Chapter 6
Midnight Snack
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“You are evil.”

Reborn looked up, a delighted smirk on his lips as Tsuna glowered at his report, finally managing to finish it and write his signature with a flourish. Sighing, he dropped his pen and pinned Reborn with a look.

“It’s been six days. Six bloody days since I was with Yamamoto. And you haven’t said anything to me. I know that means you’re planning something; what it is?”

“Six days? I never noticed. Is that why you can’t sleep soundly anymore? Too many dreams?” Reborn grinned, “That is not my fault, silly Tsuna. If you truly want to get rid of the dreams, give yourself up to one of your Guardians. I hear Hibari has been talking to you more lately.”

“Yeah, with his tonfas,” Tsuna muttered.

Reborn ignored him, “And Gokudera doesn’t seem to be acting any different. Yamamoto enjoys your company still and Dino has no problem sitting down beside you and carrying out a conversation as per usual. The only one you have yet to do anything with is Mukuro. So, finish off your preliminaries so you can decide who will administer the cure.”

“Reborn!”

Refusing to show any more emotion in regards to losing his virginity, the young Mafia boss signed of another report. But he knew what Reborn said was true. If he didn’t do something about his uncontrollable libido, then he would go insane; he needed to figure out which Guardian would administer the ‘cure’. And then he would become a raging satyromaniac.

His head hit the desk with a thud and he stared blankly at the blurred letters on the newest report. His life just revolved around chaos, apparently. Granted, he hadn’t figured out how Mukuro would act around him and he realized he was frightened. Yamamoto had been the last person he saw in regards to anything sexual; the tension in his body for another close encounter was very close to driving him mad. And since he knew Mukuro would eventually get to him, he was afraid that he would end up giving himself up to the Mist Guardian.

“Silly Tsuna, you need to remember that your Guardian’s are competing. If Mukuro takes you then he takes you. But if he refuses to even make a move, then he is out of the running.”

Sighing, he gave up on yelling at Reborn for reading his mind, “But –”

Reborn hit him with a scathing look, “The rules are simple. You have acted with the other Guardian’s; what is your decision?”

“Reborn!”

“Don’t whine, Tsuna. Pick someone.”

Tsuna looked away, hiding his eyes from the infant. He didn’t know who to pick. Overall, he wanted all of them equally. But it seemed wrong of him to choose without Mukuro at least trying. Sighing, he glanced back at the Acrobaleno and shook his head, “I’ll decide later. I need time to think.”

Reborn tipped his hat down, hiding those mischievous eyes, “Then I suggest you somehow seduce your Mist Guardian before Friday, as that will be the day you choose who administers the cure.”

“Two days? You’re giving me two days?” Tsuna stood, hands slamming down onto the desk, voice frantic, “You can’t do that! It’s a competition; the entire thing would be useless if we stopped it now.”

“Tsuna, it has nearly been two weeks since we started this. And every time you get intimate with any of your Guardian’s, you either push them away or they give you a choice in continuing. I have not once heard you say ‘keep going’. And if we don’t do something soon, the curse may kill you.” Tsuna choked, staring at his tutor in wide eyed horror. Reborn continued, “So, unless Mukuro takes you today or tomorrow, we will decide who you will lose you virginity to on Friday. Understood?”

“See, this is why I call you evil. Gods, Reborn, why didn’t you tell me I could die from this thing?”

“Would you have given it up more willingly?”

Tsuna glared, “No, but that’s beside the point. I could die if I don’t have sex? What the hell type of curse is this, anyways?”

“Either lose your virginity in two days to Mukuro or decide on Friday. Those are your choices.”

Reborn hopped down from the chair and began walking to the door. He turned around just as he was about to leave, and with a soft smile, stated, “By the way, your father and Basil will be joining us on Saturday.”

Tsuna was left gaping at the space his tutor had been in. He felt his eyes twitch and then shouted, “You are evil! God damn it, Reborn!”

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Tsuna yawned as he entered his study, eye twitching at the large pile of paperwork sitting on his desk. With a sigh, he walked over, shifting a few of the pages to see what they were about: mainly bills; a few letters from the large portion of the Vongola family at Mafia Island; and more reports on people that had returned from missions only to be sent to the Island. Sighing, the brunette wandered out of his room, going in search of food.

It was as he was walking downstairs that he realized he only had today to somehow get his Mist Guardian to do what the others had done. And it was with this realization that caused Tsuna to stop at the top of the stairs and shiver. He had always been attracted to the illusionist; something in those eyes just drew him in. But the fact that he might just give up his body to his Mist Guardian frightened him.

He finally made it to the kitchen and peered inside, making sure none of his Guardian’s were in sight. However, he saw someone leaning into the fridge, rummaging about. Frowning, he wandered forward until he was behind the person and coughed lightly to announce his presence.

The person jumped and turned, rubbing his fingers through thick black locks. Tsuna breathed a sigh of relief and greeted his Lightning Guardian, reaching past him to grab some juice. Lambo eyed him suspiciously before retrieving the milk and sitting down at the counter, brilliant aquamarine eyes focused on his boss.

“How have you been, Lambo? I haven’t had a chance to talk to you for a while.”

The young man held his milk close and answered lazily, “Reborn sent me on a mission right after everyone else began the competition. I just returned; Ryohei picked me up. How are things holding up for you? Lost it yet?”

Tsuna choked on his juice, wiping his chin hastily as he stared at the young Guardian, “You – you shouldn’t know things like that. You just turned fifteen!” Lambo was smiling softly at him, taking leisurely swallows of his milk. Tsuna turned away and washed off his hands before saying, “Not that it’s any of your business, but no, I haven’t.”

“Well, that’s always fun.” Tsuna turned back around in time to watch Lambo gesture to the doorway, “Then you might want to run. Gokudera and Yamamoto are coming.”

“What?”

Tsuna only had time to duck behind some cabinets before the door opened and his two closest friends walked in. They were bickering at each other, Gokudera shirtless and with his arms crossed, and Yamamoto with his shirt unbuttoned. Tsuna felt his body go hot and cold at the same time and suddenly his mouth felt incredibly dry.

“Oi, cow brat, what are you doing up so early?”

Lambo glared, cradling his milk, “I’m allowed to get up when I want. I’m not a little kid anymore, stupid octopus head.”

Tsuna cursed his annoying little brother for not warning him sooner and winced when he caught sight of Gokudera’s naked torso, arm coming out to smack the younger male upside the head. He closed his eyes tight and pushed himself farther into the cabinets. He would not look up. He would not subject his libido to duel torture. That would be suicide.

“Come on, Hayato, we came down here for a snack before we go back to bed,” Yamamoto stated and Tsuna froze. Back to bed? Wait, were –

“Don’t say stupid things in front of other people, you moron.”

“Why? It’s not like I have anything to hide.”

Tsuna could feel Gokudera’s glare without having to see it. Granted, the fact that he heard the Italian punch Yamamoto might’ve had something to do with that. He waited for a response, suddenly wanting to know what type of relationship his two best friends had. Gokudera sighed, “Yeah, but you always make it sound bad. I'm not going to fucking sleep with you and I never will." Gokudera quickly looked over at Lambo, glowering at the younger male, "And knowing the cow brat, he'll make this entire conversation sound wrong.”

Lambo didn’t have time to respond; Tsuna covered his mouth as a light plume of pinkish smoke suddenly cloaked the room. Suddenly seeing a chance to escape, he stood and hurried over to the door, only to be tackled to the ground by something incredibly small and incredibly sticky. Thoroughly grossed out, Tsuna picked whatever it was up and held it at arm’s length, where it then began to squirm.

“Tenth?”

“Tsuna! Good morning.”

Tsuna looked back at his two friends, eyes nearly falling out of his skull at the sight of Yamamoto cuddling the silver haired male, arms wrapped tightly around his waist and face nuzzled against the bomber’s neck. The brunette flushed bright red, body suddenly tingling with the bottled up desire of the last week. His eyes were drawn to the light flush spread across Gokudera’s cheeks as he tried to untangle himself from the swordsman, snarling in indignation.

“It’s not what it looks like, Tenth. Bastard is being stupid. Fucker, get off of –”

Yamamoto chuckled, “Hayato is just being himself. I didn't mean anything by it.” The Japanese swordsman laughed when Gokudera made an attempt to elbow him in the stomach. He danced backwards and inquired, “And why is the young Lambo here?”

“What?”

A sudden childish laughter filled Tsuna’s ears and he was drawn away from the fight between his two Guardian's to look at the sticky, flailing, thing pointing rather ominously at him with a half eaten lollipop.

“Lambo is here to make you all tremble in awe! Fear him!” giggled the tiny child, body squirming haplessly against Tsuna’s fingers. The young Mafia boss sighed, wanting nothing more than to possibly conjole the two Guardian's into turning their attention to him. But with the child like version of his Lightning Guardian in his grasp, he knew that wouldn’t happen.

“Good morning, Lambo. What are you doing here?”

“Huh?”

The young calf fixed his large aquamarine eyes on Tsuna again, face breaking out into a large grin, “Tsuna! You’re going to become Lambo’s subordinate! Let’s play!”

Tsuna sighed and sat up, pushing Lambo away when the child brandished his lollipop like a weapon. He calculated out the time and realized he had only two more minutes with the young Lightning Guardian. Deciding to get him away from the kitchen so Tsuna could participate in some not-so-innocent Guardian ‘training’, he put Lambo on the ground and nudged him towards the door.

“Lambo, I’m going to play hide and seek with you. You hide and I’ll count to ten, all right?”

Lambo’s eyes widened and he giggled giddily before taking off, lollipop lodging itself in his hair. Tsuna sighed with relief and turned back around, locking eyes with stormy green and tantalizing chocolate. Yamamoto had caught both of Gokudera's wrists, keeping the flushed Italian from beating him over the head with a frying pan. Both Guardian's stopped, however, when Tsuna stepped forward and cocked his head to the side, a blush of want decorating his cheeks.

Gokudera immediately began to stutter, wrestling his hands from the other, whereas Yamamoto simply stepped forward and ran a hand through Tsuna's hair, illiciting a delighted gasp from the smaller brunette. Not to be outdone by the stupid baseball freak, Gokudera pressed his lips to Tsuna's temple, keeping an angry glare pinned on the Rain Guardian. Chuckling to himself, Yamamoto pulled away and grabbed hold of the wayward bomber, dragging him outside before their competition could continue.

Shocked by the quick departure of both his Guardians, Tsuna sat down heavily at the table, smiling softly as he heard Gokudera shout out obscenities and something about the perverted tendencies of one Rain Guardian. He cocked his head to the side, wondering vaguely what would happen if Yamamoto hadn't decided to be courteous and pulled Gokudera away. Possibly something along the lines of what had happened to him with Mukuro and Gokudera. The thoughts turned dangerous and he forced himself up and back to his juice. He needed to stop entertaining such thoughts. When the time came to administer a cure – good God, he only had one more day! – then he would have plenty of time to explore.

Resigned, Tsuna sat back down on the stool, juice cradled between his hands. His head met the marbled surface seconds later as more images flashed relentlessly through his mind.

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Tsuna woke for the third time that night, eyes fluttering open slowly. He couldn’t seem to reach that state of sleep, the one that bypassed any type of dream and simply dumped him into a near catatonic state. Sighing, he threw an arm over his eyes and groaned.

After multiple failed attempts to subdue his overactive conscious into giving up for the night, Tsuna sat up, rubbing his fists into his eyes. He blinked blearily about the room, before staggering to his feet and peeking through the curtains. A thin sliver of moonlight sluiced through the darkness, and Tsuna grumbled, closing the blinds and wandering back over to his bed. Looking down at the scattered sheets, he knew he wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep any time soon without some type of medication.

Yawning, he went over to his dresser, pulling out his sweat pants and tugging them on. He made his way into the bathroom, looking through his cabinets for anything that would knock him out and keep him out. Muttering to himself when he didn’t find anything, he stared blankly at the mirror as he thought. His mother had always given him warm milk when he was little to calm him down; perhaps he should try it now?

Deciding it was better than finding Reborn and asking him to shoot him with the Dying Will Bullet (which he knew would probably kill him now) Tsuna left his room and descended the stairs, another yawn tearing from his mouth. He was tired, but for some odd reason he just couldn’t sleep.

When he entered the kitchen, his fingers automatically searched for the light switch. Finding it, he tried to turn it on, but the lights gave a simple flicker before dying out. Sighing in both frustration and annoyance, the brunette waited a few minutes for his eyes to adjust to the dim interior before making his way to the refrigerator. He retrieved the milk and his favourite mug and set them down in favour of locating the microwave.

He returned to the counter after stumbling around the kitchen, knocking over three pans and having a rather annoying wrestling match with a spatula. The back of his neck gave a memorable tingle when he was pouring the milk and he froze. He looked behind him, eyes narrowed at the darkness, unable to shake the feeling of someone else in the room with him. He frowned when he couldn’t seem to pour the milk straight and cursed when he split some onto the counter. His body, however, seemed to stiffen as another chill ran down his spine, and he had a split second to wonder what was wrong as he was turned around and his lips were captured.

His eyes fluttered closed; hands coming up to press against a smooth chest. He didn’t truly register the fact that he didn’t know his ‘attacker’; all that mattered was the smooth tongue making its way into his mouth and the erotically familiar taste of vanilla and cherry.

“Mukuro.”

There was a disconcerting chuckle; that odd way his Mist Guardian laughed that caused Tsuna to reconsider the nipping kisses that were being littered upon his cheeks and lips, “Whatever are you doing out so late, my Tsunayoshi?”

Before Tsuna had a chance to answer, Mukuro touched their lips together, just a brush. The brunette blinked in surprise before allowing a timid smile, and his eyes softly fluttered closed. The illusionist chuckled, nipping softly at Tsuna’s bottom lip, hands rubbing circles over his hips. The young Mafia boss couldn’t help a gasp to escape him as those hands traced the rim of his sweat pants, and the Mist Guardian finally covered his mouth, tongue flickering out to trace the seam of the brunette’s lips.

Tsuna clung to his arms as he allowed Mukuro entrance, that talented tongue dipping slowly inside, dancing over his teeth and tangling erotically with his tongue. They broke apart long enough for Mukuro to lift him onto the counter, fingers coming up to tease and twist already peaked nipples.

Tsuna suppressed a breathy moan, biting his bottom lip as the illusionist leaned forward, his arms dropping to trap the brunette. Those smouldering eyes caught his, and a cocky smirk danced over those full lips, “I asked you a question, my little Tsunayoshi. What are you doing out so late?”

A tingling sensation started in the back of Tsuna’s mind, kind of like a warning. But it didn’t quite register as the brunette leaned back, a blush decorating his features, “Couldn’t sleep.”

“And that timid nature returns,” Mukuro leaned forward, touching a kiss to Tsuna’s lips, making the brunette groan again. He pressed himself almost tentatively against the older male, fingers coming up to tangle in those blue-black locks. The illusionist chuckled against his mouth before pulling back and slipping his hands behind the young Mafia boss to bring him forward, until they were groin to groin. Tsuna lifted his eyes and at that moment something seemed to shift in Mukuro’s mismatched orbs. Frowning, he tried to place it but was thoroughly distracted when the Mist Guardian slid his one hand up the brunette’s side, barely touching, liquid fire seemingly dancing over his skin.

“Ah!” Tsuna shivered as Mukuro’s tongue darted out to touch his skin, pressing against the thrumming pulse in the brunette’s neck. Unconsciously, Tsuna tilted his head, giving the illusionist more access, allowing breathy moans to escape him every time that talented mouth latched onto an erogenous zone. Those tantalizing hands were sliding down his sides and over the rim of his sweat pants, making him tremble. He felt Mukuro hum against his skin, fingers dipping under the elastic near his rear to cup his bottom.

“Wait – Mukuro, I don’t think –” Tsuna bit his lip hard as Mukuro squeezed, bringing him in contact with the illusionist’s hips. Stuttering out a few breaths, the brunette tried again to tell off his Mist Guardian, but the same thing happened. His fingers dug into Mukuro’s arms; he scrunched his eyes closed as another slow connection of their hips sent thrills through his spine.

“You don’t think what, my little Tsunayoshi?” Mukuro inquired with a grin. His laughter echoed in Tsuna’s ears and the brunette looked up, expression bordering between shock and a need for their hips to connect once again. His expression grew focused as he trailed his fingers down the illusionist’s chest, one hand catching the necklace around his neck whilst the other traced over Mukuro’s firm abdomen.

“You changed how you perceived me.”

Mukuro chuckled, pressing a firm kiss against those parted lips. Tsuna leaned forward eagerly, fisting his fingers around the charm in his hand. His other arm found its way around the Mist Guardian’s neck, allowing the kiss to deepen. A soft groan escaped him as he was pushed back, instinctively arching when his skin came into contact with the cool milk he had spilled early. Mukuro chuckled into his mouth, pulling back to press a nipping kiss to his chin. His fingers trailed over lean muscles, one hand sliding over Tsuna’s thigh and hooking under the knee, dragging him forward at the same time as the illusionist rotated his hips.

“Ah!”

Tsuna swallowed hard, fingers trembling as he released the Mist Guardian, falling to grasp at muscled forearms, “Mukuro – what are –”

Those damnable fingers that had been ghosting over his body suddenly dove and hooked in the elastic of his sweat pants. All at once, the annoying cloth was tugged down, unable to be kicked off due to the duo’s close proximity. Tsuna closed his eyes as cool air fanned over his arousal, and he felt a hand drag over his thigh, dangerously close to his erection. Biting his lip, he peered up at the illusionist, eyes watering from the simple desire to be touched.

“Now, now, Tsunayoshi, why so silent? Those beautiful sounds that were coming from you moments before; I wish to hear them again.”

Tsuna felt his entire body jerk as those fingers danced over his member for a split second before carefully stroking his other thigh. Giving up the fight, he allowed a soft moan to escape him, unable to ignore the way his heart rate had increased. Mukuro grinned down at him, catching his lips and shifting the brunette’s legs around enough to tug off the annoyingly constricting cloth. Once free, the Mist Guardian caught his bottom lip at the same time as he rotated his hips in an agonizingly slow fashion. Tsuna broke away when the friction became too much; the illusionist’s mouth, however, was not deterred, sliding down his throat and pressing soft, nipping kisses to his collarbone.

Unable to contain his vocals, the brunette dug his fingers into soft blue-black locks as that dexterous tongue flicked over a hardened nipple. The hand that had been teasing the soft skin of his inner thigh suddenly moved, fingers fisting over his erection and giving a sharp pump. He cried out, body arching as pleasure spiked through him. Mukuro grinned against his chest, flattening his tongue against the nub and sucking hard at the same time as he gave another stroke. Tsuna shuddered visibly, lips parted as he panted.

His body was trembling viciously as Mukuro continued to run his fingers up and down Tsuna’s length, varying in speed and pressure, causing the younger male to heat up quicker than usual. He didn’t have time to shout out a warning; the coil in his stomach simultaneously tightened and burst, and Tsuna’s back arched, fingers digging almost painfully into the illusionist’s arms as his climax hit him.

“O-oh God,” Tsuna panted, body tingling in the aftermath. He had never lost control so quickly before.

Mukuro smirked above him, licking off his fingers languidly, “Just from a few simple touches, Tsunayoshi? I was sure your endurance would last much longer. ”

The brunette blushed heavily and turned hi s head to the side, trying not to indulge himself in the sight of Mukuro sucking on his fingers. Each pop resonated in his ears like a drum and he finally turned, swallowing hard at the sight. The illusionist leaned forward, pressing his lips against Tsuna’s, and without question, Tsuna allowed him entrance. But it was the odd musky taste on Mukuro’s tongue that had Tsuna pulling back, turning bright tawny eyes to the older man, licking his lips carefully to taste that odd mixture of vanilla and himself.

“Let’s see how else I can make you squirm,” Mukuro’s lips were on his ear, tracing the shell before dipping slightly inside. Tsuna clung to him, thighs suddenly clamping onto the Mist Guardian’s narrow waist. Mukuro raised an eyebrow and pulled back, tilting Tsuna’s chin towards him so he could study the younger man.

Tsuna was in the midst of deciding whether or not he should give up his virginity to his Mist Guardian when he felt something pressing against his lips. He blinked in surprise when he realized it was Mukuro’s fingers, the slim digits sliding past his lips and into his mouth. A superfluous moan tore from him and he raised a hand, clamping it around Mukuro’s wrist as he diligently lapped at the warm fingers, eyes locked with Mukuro’s.

The illusionist removed them with a pop and positioned them near his entrance, never breaking eye contact with the younger male. And suddenly his fingers were brushing over his ass, barely touching, causing the brunette to shudder. Mukuro chuckled softly and leaned forward, pressing his mouth against Tsuna’s neck at the same time as he ran one slim digit over the brunette’s entrance. Tsuna gasped, pushing his body back as those fingers teased his entrance, dragging back and forth, barely touching. It felt absolutely amazing!

His hands clawed at Mukuro’s arms, “M-Mukuro, ah!”

“I’m not like the others, Tsunayoshi. I will not ask whether or not we are going to continue. You are going to beg for me to enter you, to take you, to have all of you.” The tip of a slim finger pressed against the tight muscle, sliding in only to pull out just as quickly. Tsuna panted at the feeling; it was both odd but delightfully arousing. Mukuro brought his lips up to the brunette’s ear and whispered, “And even if we are interrupted, I will continue. Understood?”

That finger slipped inside of him and he automatically clamped down on the intruder. It felt incredibly weird, but not as painful as when Hibari had done it; it wasn’t as pleasurable, however, as when Yamamoto had done it either. And when he finally got used to it, he felt another slipping inside, slowly, as if to not hurt him. Gasping, he scrunched his eyes shut, trying his hardest to relax and not move. But Mukuro wouldn’t have it; the other hand teased his throbbing member, causing the brunette to jerk, driving the fingers deeper. And when the illusionist dipped his head to press suckling kisses to his neck, he curled his fingers and pressed against something electric, something that Tsuna remembered had caused pain to morph into pleasure, and pleasure to spike into white hot desire. His body shuddered and arched, and he could no longer hear the noises spilling from his mouth.

“That makes twice,” Mukuro chuckled, straightening his fingers. Tsuna panted heavily, eyes blurred by pleasured tears. Gods, he felt more satisfied than he ever had in any dream, or with any other partner. Mukuro chuckled softly against his neck before beginning his ministrations over once again, now much faster. Tsuna lay beneath him, head lolling back as the illusionist abused that electrifying spot, making him see spots. It wasn’t long until he was pushing back against those fingers, hands curled into claws as he desperately tried to find some leverage.

The third finger was barely noticed; Tsuna was lost in the ecstasy that Mukuro had created for him. And as he felt another climax approaching rapidly, the fingers were suddenly removed and he gave an impatient whine. Regardless of the initial discomfort, the feeling had slowly grown more and more arousing and all he wanted was them back.

“I think you’re ready,” the Mist Guardian whispered, his eyes flashing brightly in the darkened kitchen. Tsuna, still incoherent, glanced up at him curiously. Instead of gaining a response, he felt something much, much larger poking at his entrance and he froze. Reality slapped him hard and he began to shake: unsure, hesitant; frightened. Mukuro stopped, looking down at him with a slight frown.

“Are you so afraid of losing your virginity to someone like me, Tsunayoshi?”

Tsuna looked up at him, defiance nudging its way to the front, “No. I just – it's something I never thought I would have to worry about. And then all of you start competing over who will take me and it gets a bit overwhelming.” Good God was he about to cry? Taking a shuddering breath, he muttered, “But Reborn is right. I have to stop running away. So...”

The Mist Guardian looked away momentarily before leaning down and nuzzling against Tsuna’s cheek, “Put it out of your mind, Tsunayoshi. Your decision is the right one.”

Swallowing hard, the smaller male reluctantly nodded before closing his eyes. He could feel the tears he had been suppressing leaking out the corner of his eyes, trailing down his cheeks. He never expected Mukuro to be the one to take him, but at the same time...something felt off. Perhaps it was the fact that he had yet to say no and push the Mist Guardian away, or perhaps it was just the bottled tension talking. Whatever the reason, for once in his life the brunette didn't really care.

Tsuna took a deep breath and tried to relax himself. His fingers tightened around the illusionist’s arm as he felt the head of Mukuro’s erection slowly stretch him. His body tried frantically to get rid of the intruder, but the Mist Guardian continued, and Tsuna couldn’t stop more tears from forming in his eyes; it hurt. Mukuro stopped for a few seconds, mismatched orbs closed in concentration. Then, without warning, he thrust himself inside, and Tsuna gave both a shudder and a shriek as the tearing sensation was coupled with arching pleasure.

Mukuro paused for a short second, allowing the brunette to adjust before he pulled out and rocked against Tsuna, rubbing harshly against that little electric spot inside of him. Tsuna arched, mouth open as a stream of moans escaped him. Good God, that felt amazing! What the hell had he been thinking, swearing off sex?

He felt lips on his chin, slowly moving upwards until they captured his. Tsuna groaned loudly into the warm mouth, entire body shaking. The illusionist continued to snap his hips, but the pace had slowed to near agonizing standards. Panting heavily, Tsuna pushed away the other’s mouth, allowing a whining hiss to escape his parted lips.

“M-Mukuro, faster, please,” he managed, eyes closing.

Mukuro seemed to ignore him, leaning forward to gain a better angle and to tower over the smaller man. But he still refused to move his hips faster, and since Tsuna felt the need to go insane hovering dangerously on the horizon, the young Mafia boss did the only thing that made sense to him at this point.

Biting his bottom lip, he closed his eyes and lifted his hips at the same moment the Mist Guardian pushed into him. The resulting friction nearly caused Tsuna to lose it again, and his fingers clawed desperately at the marbled surface of the table. Mukuro seemed to stall, surprised by the sudden act before a mischievous grin spread over his lips and he slammed himself deep inside the young brunette, a chuckle escaping him when Tsuna practically howled.

His body was pushed farther back onto the counter, the illusionist deciding to move things along. One hand ghosted over his forgotten arousal, causing the brunette to twitch and moan, trying to manoeuvre his body so that hand would touch him more. But Mukuro continued to tease him whilst the other hand slid over his chest, tormenting tight buds and causing Tsuna to momentarily forget about the hand caressing his inner thigh.

They continued to move together, Tsuna desperately wanting Mukuro to go faster, and the illusionist leaning over him with a grin that stated that the brunette didn’t run the show, he did. The young Mafia boss clawed, cried out, and practically begged for release, but his Mist Guardian simply leaned his forehead against his, pushing against that electric spot almost teasingly every time he thrust inside.

A snarl alerted Tsuna to another in the room and he froze in the midst of moving his hips again. He turned his head and stared into the wild cobalt eyes of Hibari Kyoya, and the man did not look happy. And then something odd happened. Tsuna no longer felt full and stretched; no, instead he felt painfully aroused and once more his lower half was clothed. Confused, he looked back at Mukuro, only to see the illusionist’s eye glowing faintly.

“It was an ... illusion?” he whispered, staring at his Mist Guardian.

Mukuro was still standing over him, body pressed impossibly close, but both of them were still clothed, and Tsuna felt no pain in his lower back like he had anticipated. The illusionist wasn’t paying him any attention; instead he glowered at the snarling Cloud Guardian across the kitchen.

“He is mine, Kyoya. I do not appreciate you ruining my illusions.”

Hibari sneered, “It looks to me like you were simply teasing him, Rokudo Mukuro. If you do not wish to enjoy the act of taking Sawada Tsunayoshi, then I will.”

Before Tsuna could voice his own opinion (which was for Mukuro to either continue the illusion or help him with his obvious problem), the Cloud Guardian was striding across the room. He grabbed Tsuna’s wrist, tugging the brunette across and off the counter, holding him against his chest in a possessive hug. The brunette blinked in surprise, unable to comprehend why Hibari was hugging him.

He felt an arm wrap around his waist and he was pulled backwards into a warm chest. Mukuro dropped his head onto Tsuna’s shoulder, smirking up at the enraged Guardian before pressing a light kiss to Tsuna’s ear, making the brunette shudder. Hibari zoned in on the motion and stepped forward, pushing himself into Mukuro’s space and bringing his lips to Tsuna’s throat, nipping lightly at the tanned column. His face lighting up like a Christmas light, Tsuna tried to push them both away.

“Okay, no, I’ve had enough of your games tonight. So, let’s just –”

Tsuna, of course, was ignored as Hibari glared at the Mist Guardian, who was currently running his fingers over the brunette’s stomach, causing tiny shivers to wrack the younger male’s body. Not to be outdone by a stupid pineapple, Hibari scratched his fingers over the small of Tsuna’s back, grinning as a small gasp escaped the brunette’s parted lips.

“Wait!” Tsuna began, one hand fisted on Hibari’s shirtless chest, and the other desperately tugging at Mukuro’s arm. Both glanced at him, before they returned to what they were doing: Hibari pressed harsh open mouthed kisses to the underside of his jaw, whilst Mukuro traced his ear slowly with his tongue. Trying his hardest not to moan out loud, the young Mafia boss released Mukuro’s arm in favour of biting his fist.

When Hibari glanced at him with a raised eyebrow, staring at the appendage blocking the obvious noises he evidently desired, he allowed a low growl to escape him and picked at the hand. Tsuna ignored him and just closed his eyes, biting back another moan as Mukuro’s hands skimmed over his ass, sliding along the crease. Hibari, now furious at Mukuro’s ability to bring about pleasurable noises from the brunette, stepped back and crossed his arms.

Mukuro halted his ministrations, tongue playing with the rapid pulse on Tsuna’s throat before inquiring, “Jealous, little Kyoya?”

Hibari snapped.

Mukuro pushed Tsuna out of the way just as Hibari crashed into him, pushing him back and over the island counter. The brunette stumbled, righting himself just as Hibari darted to the side and grabbed one of the stainless steel frying pans, snapping off its handle. Tsuna winced at that. Mukuro simply cocked his head to the side before grabbing a sharpened steak fork, his smile haughty and challenging.

“We will continue this another time, Tsunayoshi,” Mukuro stated, dodging the sharpened end Hibari was using as a weapon. Tsuna just continued to stare as both men crashed around the kitchen, his Cloud Guardian finding another weapon – a rather dangerous looking knife – whilst Mukuro allowed his illusions to begin.

“Leave, Sawada Tsunayoshi,” Hibari commanded in a soft voice, eyes narrowed to near slits. Mukuro simply chuckled in that infuriating way that caused the usually disciplined man to throw his knife, barely missing Mukuro’s right ear. Tsuna twitched, staring at the large knife protruding from one of the cupboards. Alysia was going to have a fit.

Before he had a chance to demand both of them stop this nonsense, Mukuro was in front of him and pushing him roughly out the door. Opening his mouth to protest, he was cut off as the Mist Guardian dropped a hasty kiss on his lips before jumping back into his battle with Hibari.

“Wait! Both of you, stop it!” Tsuna shouted, hands by his sides. They both stalled, Hibari’s weapon inches from Mukuro’s chest and turned to look at the young brunette who was seething furiously just outside the door. They glanced at each other before looking back at Tsuna, awaiting his orders.

“Hibari, you had no right to interrupt me. And Mukuro, you had no right to take advantage of me. Now, both of you stop being idiots and get out of the god damn kitchen!”

They promptly ignored him.

Hibari whirled, wielding the handle like his tonfa’s and just barely missing Mukuro’s chest. The illusionist ducked just in time as the Cloud Guardian drove the end into the refrigerator and Tsuna sighed angrily, deciding at that instant that if they wanted to destroy each other, then so be it. He would have no part in it.

Angry and still aroused from the previous illusion, Tsuna reluctantly walked back to his room.

x--x--x

Sighing, Tsuna walked into his study, stopping short when he saw Reborn sitting in his usual chair by his desk. With a twitch of his eye, he strode past the Acrobaleno and into his room, self conscious about his obvious state of dress. Damn Mukuro and his talented illusions.

“What are you doing back?” Reborn called. Tsuna ignored him as he tugged off his soiled sweat pants, digging through his drawers until he found another pair, pulling them on impatiently. The state Mukuro had left him in was slowly fading; it seemed whenever Tsuna was in a desperate need to get rid of any imprudent thoughts concerning himself and various Guardians, all he had to do was look at his tutor and they would vanish. Apparently Reborn’s stare alone could turn him off.

Chuckling softly to himself, he returned to his study, raising an eyebrow at his tutor and silently wondering why he was in his study so late at night. Reborn answered his unspoken question, “I am allowed to enjoy tea in your presence, Tsuna. Now, why are you back?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Tsuna sat down behind his desk, hand cupping his cheek. His body still ached; he didn’t care if his time with the Mist Guardian had been an illusion: every thrust had felt incredibly real. Reborn pinned him with a look.

“You couldn’t sleep. You left in search of warm milk. You met Mukuro in the kitchen. And I cannot understand why you are back so early.”

Tsuna glowered at the infant before reaching into the bottom drawer and drawing out the alcohol he never had bothered to open. Never in his life had he wanted to actually drink; losing control like that made him nervous (and paranoid, thanks to Reborn), but he didn’t care right now. Grabbing a glass he had been using as a paper weight, he poured himself a generous amount of whiskey and lifted it in salute to Reborn. Throwing back his head, he downed the drink and slammed the glass onto the desk, allowing a pent up gasp to escape him. Reborn waited patiently for the answer to his statements.

Smirking at the infant, Tsuna poured another glass and swirled its golden contents, “Hibari, apparently, doesn’t like to share.”