Oh. My. God. I can't believe I'm putting this up. This what happens when I have to revise for psychology AND statistics -.- The idea actually came to me in the middle of one of my maths exams. But, you guessed it, this fic is a lemon. So obviously, don't like, don't read. I only actually wrote about a third of the... ahem... citrus before getting to embaressed, and my faithful (and apparently extremely perverted) beta, SJYaoiSasunaru, wrote the rest. So credit to her for everything after where I put the *. So if you notice a change in writing style, that's why. Oh and if there's slight OOC (she did a pretty good job, considering she doesn't actually read/watch Reborn, but I tried to fix anything that wasn't in character).
Warnings: Lemon, yaoi, 6927, hints of 8059 (just a little fluff that I felt like putting in, regardless of whether it fitted or not) and some strong language, courtesy of Gokudera.
Disclaimer: I don't own Reborn or any of the characters, otherwise there'd be a hell of a lot more of this going on =P
"R-Reborn…"
"What is it now?"
"Why are we here?"
"Family building exercises."
"But why here?"
"Why not?"
"Because… this is…" The young brunette paused to wave his arms at the building they were now standing in front of.
It was a large mansion. Three stories high, tiles practically racing each other to get off the roof and more windows boarded up that Tsuna could care to count. He couldn't actually believe that a house like that would exist in Namimori. Well, maybe he just hadn't noticed it because it was in the middle of the forest. Oh, there were so many things wrong with that thought. To make things even worse, the sun was barely just peeking above the trees, casting the house with an eerie orange glow.
"Don't just stand there gawking Dame-Tsuna. The rest of your guardians are waiting for you." Reborn scolded him.
"Hai, hai." Tsuna said dejectedly and made his way to the front of the house where, true to Reborn's words, his guardians- with the exception of Hibari- were waiting there.
"Juudaime!" Gokudera called, waving frantically at Tsuna.
"Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto-kun." Tsuna smiled, greeting the two of his friends who were standing there.
"Lambo-san is here too!" Lambo cried, indignant at being left out.
"That house looks EXTREMELY HAUNTED!" Shouted Ryohei who was jogging on the spot.
"Be quiet all of you so I can explain." Reborn snapped and everyone turned to look at him. "This will be a courage test," Reborn continued, "and it will take place in this haunted house."
"HIIEEE! R-R-Reborn you can't be serious!" Tsuna shrieked.
"I WILL SHOW YOU MY EXTREME COURAGE!" Ryohei shouted.
"Gupya! Lambo-san hates ghosts!"
"R-Reborn, I'm not going in there!" Tsuna cried after the noise had died down somewhat.
"Don't worry, Juudaime, I'll be there to protect you." Gokudera beamed, offering his boss a thumbs up.
"Wrong." Reborn said, causing Gokudera's mouth to flop open. "This game will be conducted in teams of two, where the objective will be to scare the other teams out of the mansion. The last team in there wins. You're also disqualified if you lose consciousness at any time during the contest."
"Sounds like fun!"
"Shut up, yakyuu-baka! What do you mean, Reborn-san? Why won't I be with Juudaime?" Gokudera demanded.
"I have already decided the teams." Reborn said with a sadistic glint in his eyes. "Gokudera, you will be with Yamamoto."
"WHAAT?" Gokudera yelled loudly.
"Haha, let's work hard, Gokudera." Yamamoto beamed.
"Reborn-san you can't possibly…" Gokudera began.
"Silence, Gokudera. Now, as I was saying, Gokudera will be with Yamamoto, Ryohei with the idiot cow."
"EXTREME PAIRING!" Ryohei shouted, although he probably would have said that no matter who he was with- with the possible exception of Gokudera.
"Lambo-san isn't an idiot!" The thunder guardian cried in outrage.
"Be quiet!" Reborn kicked Lambo to the floor before continuing. "And that leaves Tsuna with Chrome."
Tsuna sighed inwardly in relief at having being paired with the- probably- sanest person there, and looked over at the quiet girl who he had hardly noticed up until this point.
"L-Let's do our best Bossu." She blushed slightly, clutching her trident close to her.
"Now, the time limit for this is until the sun rises. If there is still more than one pair inside the house at this time it will be settled by…" Tsuna gulped. "A battle to the death."
"HIIIIEEEEE!"
"Now get inside. Each team should go through the entrance I tell them." Reborn instructed. As the pairs made their way to their respective entrances, Reborn called after them, "oh and before you get any ideas, Dame-Tsuna, there will be a punishment for the losing teams."
"E-eh? What's that supposed to mean?" Tsuna laughed awkwardly. Sometimes it really was like the arcobaleno could read his mind…
"One last thing: the use of flames is forbidden."
"Ahh what should I do?" Tsuna wailed.
It had been about twenty minutes since he and Chrome had entered the house and although they hadn't encountered any of the other teams, Tsuna had already been scared close to the point of wetting himself several times. Now, the future boss of one of the most powerful mafia families in Italy was huddled up in a corner with his head buried in his knees whimpering like a five year old.
Tsuna jumped when he felt something light brush against his shoulder, and almost yelped, but managed to stop himself at the last moment when he realised it was just Chrome.
"B-Bossu?" She asked tentatively and he looked up at her through fearful eyes. "Are… are you alright, bossu?"
"H-hai!" He squeaked. "Sorry, Chrome, I'm being a bit pathetic aren't I?" He laughed apologetically. Chrome didn't respond, but continued to stand over him, looking confused. "That's right! Couldn't you use an illusion to scare everyone?" He asked her.
"B-but the baby said no flames…"
"Aahhh!" Tsuna moaned, rubbing frantically at his head. "What should we do? What should we do what should we do what should we-" A loud crash echoed close to their location. "HIIIIIEEEEE!" Tsuna screamed, ducking for cover.
"W-we should keep moving bossu…" Said Chrome.
"Y-yes, th-th-that's a g-g-good idea Chrome." Tsuna said as he stood shakily from his position on the floor. He hovered uncertainly, looking around the room. It was dark- but then that much was to be expected- so he couldn't make out many details, except for the fact that it seemed to have been a bedroom of sorts. The paint on the walls was cracked and peeling, and some of the floorboards were missing. There was a dusty four-poster bed in the centre of the room.
"Kufufu, we're not going to move, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Came a deep voice from where Chrome was standing.
"Eh? Ah, hai." Tsuna said, beginning to walk towards the door.
"Your storm and rain guardians are near by, you should be careful." The deep voice informed him.
"Ah right, thank you." Tsuna replied. Wait a minute. Deep voice? "Ch-Chrome?" He asked nervously as he turned around. He saw dark blue hair, styled into a pineapple shape. Ah good, that was just Chrome. Except… Chrome didn't have a bright red eye. And Chrome most definitely was not a man.
"HII-" Tsuna was about to scream again, but the figure that had appeared in front of him quickly stepped forward and covered his mouth with a black-gloved hand. "Mmph!"
"Kufufu, quiet now Tsunayoshi-kun. We wouldn't want your little guard dog finding us just yet, would we now?" The man purred into Tsuna's ear. Rokudo Mukuro. The other half of the Vongola mist guardian. In this sort of situation, it was hardly surprising that he would show up.
After Tsuna had stopped struggling, Mukuro finally removed his hand.
"M-Mukuro! What are you doing here?" He demanded in between gasping for much needed oxygen.
"Kufufu, I was keeping tabs on Chrome and thought this sounded much more interesting than floating in that water tank for the next few hours. So, Tsunayoshi-kun, how do you propose we destroy the opponents?" He smirked.
"E-eeh? I… I don't know about…"
"Oya?" Mukuro's smirk widened. "It looks like your little guard dog won't be bothering us for a while yet…" He mused.
"G-Gokudera-kun? Wh-What's happened to him? What about Yamamoto-kun?" Tsuna panicked.
"Oh, don't worry Tsunayoshi-kun, they're doing just fine. Although… I have an idea for how we can take the lead in this game when they do arrive." Tsuna noticed uncomfortably how mischievous that glint in Mukuro's mismatched eyes was.
Gokudera was fuming. Not only had Reborn-san had the tenacity to separate him from Juudaime, but he had then gone on to rub salt on his wounds by pairing him with this complete and utter idiot.
He consoled himself that it could have been worse. He could have been with that turf headed boxer, or even worse the idiot cow, both of whom he figured were even more retarded than fifty baseball idiots.
"This seems like fun, right Gokudera?" Aforementioned baseball idiot said.
"Shut up." Gokudera growled at him, shooting him a glare. "We should focus on scaring the crap out of the idiot cow and turf head for now."
"Hmm, I guess your right. It wouldn't feel right scaring a girl after all." Yamamoto laughed.
"Oi bastard! Juudaime isn't… oh right. That mist girl." Gokudera snarled, just the mention of Chrome causing him annoyance. There was no way he could trust anyone related to Rokudo Mukuro, even if she was a woman.
"Haha, silly Gokudera." Yamamoto laughed, poking the storm guardian's nose.
"BASTARRRRRRRRD! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Gokudera screamed at the taller male.
"Shh, Gokudera, we don't want the others to hear us." Yamamoto grinned at him.
"Bastard." Gokudera muttered under his breath. "Che. Come on, lets go and find the stupid cow."
"Sure, Gokudera." Yamamoto said. Gokudera noticed that Yamamoto seemed to say his name a lot. He had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on the Japanese boy's tongue. "Ne, Gokudera, how should we scare Sempai and Lambo then?"
"That's obvious isn't it? We should… we'll… damn, I haven't thought of anything yet." Gokudera growled, causing Yamamoto to laugh. "Well, for now we'll just keep walking and come up with something on the way."
"Gokudera?"
"Mm?" Gokudera turned around and was shocked when he felt something press against his lips. Even more so when he found his eyes locked with a pair of brown ones right in front of his own.
Yamamoto drew away quickly, and continued to walk as though nothing had happened. Gokudera on the other hand was standing there, about to explode, when he suddenly heard a scream.
"That was Juudaime!" He shouted, panicked, his concern for his boss momentarily erasing his memories of the past few seconds. "That damn turf head must have done something to him! Come on, Yamamoto, let's go." And with that, the silverette ran in the direction of his boss' screams, with Yamamoto following him, an amused smirk on his lips.
"HIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!" Tsuna screamed, louder than any of the previous times. "M-M-M-M-M-Mukuro! W-w-w-w-w-what are you doing?"
"Setting the trap." Mukuro said in his silky voice.
"E-e-eh but th-this doesn't seem like…" Tsuna began.
"Oh, I assure you Tsunayoshi-kun, this will definitely help get rid of some of the competition."
"S-still… I don't… I don't think I feel comfortable with this…"
"Nonsense, Tsunayoshi-kun. I know you'll enjoy this." From what Tsuna could see of the bluenette's face in the dark, he was most certainly enjoying this.
"I don't see how this will- ahh!" Tsuna moaned as he felt soft lips trail across his jaw.
Perhaps it's time to shed some light on the situation. Mukuro, being the highly resourceful man he was, had wasted no time in removing his shirt- which had caused much protest from the younger brunette, who was certain that he wasn't in the least bit turned on my Mukuro's well muscled chest – and torn a strip from it. He had then proceeded to tackle Tsuna onto the large bed and used the strips of material to bind the unfortunate boy's wrists to the bedpost.
"M-Mukuro!" Tsuna gasped, as the older male ran his hand down his chest, fingers gently teasing Tsuna's nipples. "Wai- ahh!"
"Kufufu, your body isn't telling me to wait, Tsunayoshi-kun." Mukuro whispered into Tsuna's ear, going on to nibble the earlobe after he had finished talking. His other hand strayed down to Tsuna's jeans, unbuttoning them and slipping his hand over Tsuna's clothed member.
Tsuna was so lost in the pleasure Mukuro was causing his body that he almost didn't hear the strangled cry at the doorway to the room. He did, although it took his brain a few minutes to process, and he turned his head just in time to see Gokudera collapse into a red-faced heap into Yamamoto's arms. Tsuna felt blood rushing to his face and his blush was mirrored on Yamamoto's face.
"Y-Y-Y-Y-Y-Yamamoto!" He squeaked. "This isn't- I mean- AHHH!" Mukuro, the devil that he was, had chosen that exact minute to take Tsuna's nipple into his mouth and began tracing circles around it with his tongue. The illusionist then looked up and glared at the rain guardian who was still standing in the doorway, mouth hanging slack.
"Kufufu," His signature laugh came out in a sinister manner, "do you really want to be disturbing us right now, Yamamoto Takeshi?"
"A-ah no!" He said quickly. "I-I guess I should take Gokudera outside…" He picked up Gokudera's unconscious body and carried the storm guardian bridal-style away from the room.
Mukuro waited for a few minutes – hand still down Tsuna's pants – before he was satisfied the rain guardian was nowhere near. Then he stood up, removing himself from the brunette beneath him.
"Well, that's them dealt with." He smirked. He was slightly surprised however, when he heard a quiet voice call him. "Oya? Unsatisfied are we, Tsunayoshi-kun?"
Tsuna blushed deeper and looked away from the older boy's piercing gaze.
"I'll take that as a no then…" Mukuro sighed dramatically and continued to move away.
"Wait."
The one word was spoken so quietly that Mukuro almost didn't hear it. But he did, of course, and his lips curled upwards at the sound of it. You never would have guessed that this was exactly what he had been planning. Then again, he was an illusionist.
"Oya, Tsunayoshi-kun, what was that?" He smirked down at the flushed brunette sprawled out below him. "You'll have to speak up if you want something." When Tsuna remained silent, Mukuro bent down over him, placing a hand teasingly on Tsuna's thigh.
"I… I want…" Tsuna struggled to say through heavy breaths.
"You want…?"
Tsuna had never been so embarrassed. Mukuro had done these… these things to him, and probably possessed him in some way to make him want more, and now, rather than just carrying on with his perverted ways, that pineapple was just teasing him. There was no way he was going to ask Mukuro for that.
Then Mukuro rubbed his hand up further, causing Tsuna to gasp as a sensitive area was nearly touched. Mukuro leant in close to Tsuna's ear, his hair tickling the sides of Tsuna's face, and whispered, "You just need to say it, Tsu-na-yo-shi-kun." After the 'kun' Mukuro gently bit Tsuna's ear.
Not being able to take it anymore, Tsuna finally spoke hesitantly, "I want… you." *
"Kufufu good answer." Mukuro said before kissing the embarrassed future mafia leader sensually on the mouth. Their lips danced with each other for a few seconds before Mukuro moved away and looked at Tsuna with a smirk on his face, the brunette had his eyes shut tightly and his face was as red as a tomato, "What's wrong Tsunayoshi-kun, you're trembling." the illusionist teased the boy.
The embarrassed teen opened his eyes slowly – Mukuro's heterochromatic eyes being the first thing he saw – and quickly closed them again. He took some deep breaths before he was able to open his eyes again and finally speak, "I-I'm not trembling," he said with a pout while looking away, "it-it's just..." he was quiet for a few seconds, trying to find a suitable excuse, "...cold."
"Oya, but aren't I the one without his shirt on? Maybe I could help you warm up, hm?" Mukuro whispered sexily, lips ghosting above Tsuna's while moving the hand that was rested at the very top of the boy's thigh even more further up north – making said boy stiffen just so – he passed the crotch area and moved away the opened button-down shirt revealing even more of the brunette's milky skin, "should we get this off then." he said and quickly tore the shirt from Tsuna's frail body without waiting for a response.
"A-ah! Wai-" but it was too late, the shirt had already disappeared from his body and he was left a heaving, half naked tied up mess below Mukuro, "Yo-you... what have you done t-to me... I-"
"Kufufu, whatever in the world are you talking about, Tsunayoshi-kun? I haven't done anything to you.. yet." The sexy bluenette said, licking all the way up Tsuna's abdomen, up his neck and ending on his lips. All the while keeping eye contact (or as much as he could) with the boy.
Tsuna couldn't believe what was happening. Why was his body so hot all over? And why were his boxers feeling so tight all of a sudden? "Mu-Mukuro, st-stop. I feel weird, I- my-" the future mafia leader couldn't form coherent sentences, he was too distracted by the hand that crept down and into his boxers, "A-ah!" he moaned while rolling his head back in pleasure. The illusionist saw this as an opening and dove down to suck and nip at Tsuna's neck, leaving several marks, "Mu...kuro... i-it hurts..."
"Oya, what hurts Tsunayoshi-kun, hm?"
"Hands... m-my hands hurt, u-untie me, hnn" Tsuna moaned.
"Kufufu, I don't think so Tsunayoshi-kun, but because I'm generous I'll loosen your hands a bit." Mukuro smirked.
"N-no! Let me g-go." Tsuna breathed, "I'm becoming we-weird, it's all h-hot and m-my body is acting str-strangely."
"We can't have that now can we. Here, let me help," without warning, Mukuro pulled both Tsuna's trousers and boxers down in one go, watching the teen's member spring back to stand proud, "Kufufu, this part here," he said while poking the penis, making it twitch, "looks like it needs all the help it can get." the pineapple haired guy said before dipping down to take Tsuna's full length into his mouth in one go.
"HIIEE! U-Uh, Ah, M-M-M-Mukuro, ah, ah! sto- wh-what're yo- hn!" the small male squirmed under Mukuro's touch, feeling the pleasure of a blow job for the first time in his life. The feeling of a wet, hot tongue wrapped around his member, sucking all the pre-cum and saliva mixed together up was something new and oh so pleasurable, "Mu- ah haa, sto-p I'm go-ing to- ah AH! AHH!" The brunette came inside the older boy's mouth resulting in him swallowing all of the cum available and lapping any that dribbled out of his mouth, sucking Tsuna's member dry, " Haa, haa, haa."
"How was that, Tsunayoshi-kun." Mukuro smirked and licked his lips. He straightened up and kissed the dumbfounded Tsuna forcibly, causing him to open his mouth in which Mukuro wasted no time to push his wondering tongue in, making Tsuna taste himself in his partner's mouth.
"Mm. Nn," Tsuna moaned inside the illusionist's hot mouth, "Muku- mnn." Tsuna's protests were muffled by Mukuro's invading tongue licking everywhere it could inside the youngster's cavern.
The future mafia leader started struggling against the restrains on his wrists, meanwhile, the illusionist started working on the boy's pink buds with his left hand, making them erect. Breaking the kiss, he let his mouth suck on the other nipple while getting a bottle of lube out of his back pocket with his right hand.
"Haa, sto-p. Mukuro, w-hat have yo-you done to- Mn!" a sly finger had entered his sweet, virgin crevice, startling the brunette some, "Wh- t-take it out! It-it hurts..." but the illusionist paid no mind to his soon-to-be lover, knowing soon enough he would feel extremely good, and carried on, inserting another two fingers, moving all of them around in a scissoring and thrusting motion.
This preparation carried on for some time until he found that sweet, sweet spot that made the teen under him writhe and see stars in pleasure.
With a smirk, Mukuro took his fingers out, hearing a little whimper of disappointment at the loss of contact from the boy underneath him, "Don't worry, it's not over yet. I'm just starting." as the pineapple said this, Tsuna saw a strange glint in his eyes which could not mean anything good for him.
Heterochromatic eyes raked all over the naked teen's body, seemingly eating him up just by a hungry stare. He had already gotten a small taste of the brunette and he was not going to waste any more time in claiming all of his being for himself..
Before continuing, Mukuro bent down and sucked on any of the smooth skin that was available in view, retreating to admire his work after he was done, all the while Tsuna had been moaning wantonly for more, "My, my, Tsunayoshi-kun, you seem to already be hard here again, just from a little skin sucking. It seems you like the foreplay, hm?" Mukuro teased his uke, he couldn't help it- the reactions he got from the boy were too adorable to miss up.
"Sh-shut up! Go aw-away, you pe-pervert," sniffed Tsuna while looking away.
"We're running out of time, Tsunayoshi-kun. I can't wait any longer. I need you. Now." the illusionist said, though it sounded more like a growl, before unbuttoning his trousers and taking his member out of its quarters and plunging it inside the awaiting hole of the innocent teen in one single go.
"HIIEE! Mn, uhhh," The teen squirmed in discomfort for a while, getting used to his seme's huge size while panting hard, tears escaping his eyes. Mukuro made sure to keep kissing the poor boy, giving him butterfly kisses all over his face and anywhere his mouth could reach. Wiping away the tears and kissing Tsuna on the mouth, bringing him into a passionate kiss, he started thrusting slowly, rocking both of their bodies together in perfect harmony, "Uh, ah, mn- Muku- AH!" the brunette's prostrate was hit by the illusionist's gland buried deep inside him, "Mo- hah, more!"
Smirking, Mukuro sped up his thrusting, screwing Tsuna harder and faster than ever, his stoic demeanour faltering some because of how good it felt to be inside the brunette and how much of a turn on it was to have him pinned beneath himself and asking for more, "Ah." he let slip one single audible moan.
Mukuro brought his body down to embrace Tsuna, giving him non-stop kisses in which Tsuna eagerly responded to, wanting so badly to wrap his own arms around Mukuro but being denied this action by the shreds of clothing wrapped around his slender wrists.
By now, both teens were close to peaking but they wanted this to last for as long as possible so they held back just for a few more seconds before Tsuna spoke, "Mu-hah-Mukuro, uhh, I-"
"I know, me too, Tsunayoshi-kun, mn." the illusionist restrained himself of moaning even more than he was now even though he really wanted to.
"I-I like- Muku- AH!"
"Tsunayoshi-kun."
Both males came simultaneously: the pineapple deep inside the brunette, and he all over both their stomachs.
Panting heavily, both boys slowly came down from their high and Mukuro slowly took out his member from Tsuna's spent hole, and looked down at the brunette to see that he had fallen asleep. "Kufufu, I guess I'm a little tired too." He chuckled, drifting away.
"Gyahahahaha! Lambo-san is the winner!"
"EXTREME BRAVERY!"
"I'm so sorry, Juudaime! I let you lose!"
"Haha, calm down Gokudera, it's just a game."
"Shut up, Yakyu-baka! I don't know what the hell you were thinking in there! What the hell is wrong with you?" Gokudera yelled at Yamamoto, who blushed slightly.
"Maa, maa. It was just a bit of fun." He laughed, slightly awkwardly.
"Fun?" Gokudera started spluttering. Tsuna wondered what had happened between his two guardians in the mansion. He was just relieved that Gokudera didn't seem to remember the reason why he lost…
"Gyahaha! Lambo-san is the greatest! Lambo-san wasn't scared at all, but Dame-Tsuna and Baka-Dera fainted! Gyahaha!" Lambo cackled wildly. "Reborn! Give Lambo-san his prize! Lambo-san wants grape candy! And a lollipop! And, and, and…!"
"Shut up you stupid cow!" Gokudera lunged for Lambo, but was beaten by Reborn who kicked the unfortunate child in the head. "J-Judaime! I'm sorry I couldn't-"
In the middle of apologising he suddenly turned the colour of his flame attribute. His face contorted in rage, and he turned to Chrome, who was standing timidly at the end of the group.
"YOU! BRING OUT THAT BASTARD MUKURO NOW!"
It seemed he had finally remembered…
Tsuna moved to Gokudera's side as quickly as his sore body would allow him and put his hand on the storm guardian's arm, which was currently pointing at a rather embarrassed looking Chrome.
"G-Gokudera-kun! Don't cause a fuss. B-besides, it wasn't Chrome's fault…" Tsuna stammered, blushing a deep red, unable to look the girl in the eye. He wasn't sure exactly when Mukuro had relinquished control of her body, nor what state she had found him in. Gokudera swung round to face him, and dropped immediately to his knees.
"Juudaime! I'm so so sorry! I'm so sorry! I'm sorry!" Every time he said 'sorry' he would smack his head against the hard floor.
"HIIEE! G-Gokudera! S-Stop apologising! It's fine!" Tsuna tried to persuade him.
"Dame-Tsuna's right, Gokudera!" Reborn snapped as he walked over. "It wasn't Chrome's fault. And besides, why should you be apologising? I know Tsuna enjoyed every little bit of that." His black eyes glinted dangerously. "Besides, I'm sure you're all looking forward to your punishments."
"HIIIIIEEEEEEEE!"
I had an increadibly awkward thought whilst reading over this... I won't say it because that might just disturb people... unless you thought of it already... let's just say, poor Chrome. But anyway, please review this ^^