Hey guys, it's Devil Miharu with another G27 fanfic. This idea fabricated itself in my head one day in trig class (no joke). Thanks for the support for Ricordi Di Te, hopefully my brain will allow me to write another chapter. Please don't worry about RDT, just think of Sinful Pastime as my mistress, and RDT as my full time commitment ^O^

Oh, before I forget, Happy birthday Tsunayoshi! ^^

Sinful Pastime

Chapter 1

Midnight Encounter

10 years ago…

"Trick or treat!" three innocent little boys called out to the door in front of them, pillow cases already stuffed with candy swinging precariously in their hands. The dark haired boy, Yamamoto, was dressed as a baseball player with a twist; making good use of red food coloring, he had splattered it across his uniform, and wore a fake brain on his head, i.e. a zombie shortstop. The young silver haired boy, Gokudera, was sporting an eye patch, along with a full set of pirate clothes, sword and fake parrot complete, happily crafted by his mother. The smallest, Tsunayoshi, was less extravagant. He was content with wearing a makeshift ghost costume made from an old sheet with eye holes.

The unlatching of locks was heard on the other side of the door; the children giggled at the prospect of more candy. The door then suddenly swing open, revealing a middle-aged man clad in a vampire costume, complete with a cape and fangs to boot. To add to the already over the top costume, a stake protruded from his chest, soaked to the brim in fake blood.

The man gave a hearty laugh. "Trick or treat indeed, children! Happy Halloween!" He was really getting into the swing of things, swishing his cape back and forth. Tsuna dropped his bag, tears welling up in his big brown eyes.

The poor excuse for a vamp knelt in front of him. "What's wrong, little guy? Hey, you wanna stake me right?" Reaching into his back pocket, he produced a wooden hammer. Puffing out his chest, he said "C'mon, let me have it!" As if on queue, the red food dye leaked precariously from its plastic pouch underneath his clothes, staining the material further.

Tsuna jumped behind Yamamoto, screaming and wailing in fear.

"Oi Tsuna, it's not real. There's nothing to be afraid of."

Sadly, his words fell on deaf ears. With tears streaming down his face, the little boy declared "I HATE VAMPIRES! THEY'RE SCARY! WAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!"

5 years ago…

"I can't believe you guys talked me into this…" Tsuna grumbled.

"We're already here, may as well go inside," Gokudera said, peering into the steep cavern before them. "Besides, the other boys have already gone in. You don't wanna be left out, do ya?"

"Actually, I'm fine with that…" he mumbled dejectedly.

"Haha, don't worry Tsuna. Gokudera'll go in first, and I'll be right behind you," Yamamoto assured.

Gokudera flipped his flashlight on, and eagerly stepped into the cave, finding his footing easily as he went down. When he found solid ground, he flashed his flashlight twice to his waiting friends.

"Just use the same footing as Gokudera, and you'll be fine."

"Right…" Tsuna approached the cave, and like the klutz he is, tripped headfirst in. With a multitude of loud crashes, he landed painfully on the hard gravel. Tsuna sat up, slightly dazed and bruised.

"Get down!" he could hear Gokudera yell before the older boy dove on top of him, covering him protectively. Before he could answer why, their ears were assaulted with horrendous screeching as a multitude of bats rose from their sleep and fluttered around the cave. They shot up, and the two boys could hear Yamamoto yelp on surprise from above. All the while, poor Tsuna was wailing.

Yesterday night…

"Why am I here?" Tsuna half-wailed. The boys had gathered at Yamamoto's house for a movie marathon. Proudly sitting atop the pile of DVDs was Interview with the Vampire, Gokudera's favorite movie.

"Because it wouldn't be fun without you, Tsuna!" Yamamoto pleaded with his friend. . "And Gokudera really wants to see it again with all of us."

All Tsuna could do was sigh. The boys had gathered in Yamamoto's living room with an enormous bag of popcorn and treats, supplied by Yamamoto's father. Tsuna sat on the floor in front, while the other two sat on the couch. Recently, Tsuna had noticed a change in his friends; Gokudera was often irritable and obnoxiously loud when it came to Yamamoto, while the latter merely laughed through the harsh criticisms…Okay, maybe nothing really changed with Yamamoto, but the relationship had.

Gokudera eagerly popped in the DVD into the DVD player and returned to his place on the couch, propping his feet on the dark haired boy's lap. "At least you make a good footstool." Like always, Yamamoto laughed it off.

By the time they had reached the scene in the graveyard, Tsuna was cowering behind the couch, Gokudera was watching with bated breath, and Yamamoto was munching on popcorn.

"Has he bitten Louis yet?" Tsuna asked.

"Not yet," the silver haired teen answered, his lips curling into a smile in anticipation.

"…Now?"

"Almost…now!"

Tsuna could vividly hear the sickening crunch of Lestat biting into Louis's neck. He cringed involuntarily, while Gokudera practically squealed in delight (hey, he loved the occult). Even with his ears covered, Tsuna could still hear the cries of anguish coming from Louis. It was more than he could take.

"Yamamoto, thanks for inviting me over, but this is too much! Gokudera I'll make it up to you later!" Tsuna scurried out of the living room , and into the entranceway, kicking on his shoes as he left the house. Gokudera made the motion to sit up and chase after his best friend, but a hand grabbed onto his, pulling him back. Yamamoto shook his head.

"It's best to let him go; we'll apologize at school tomorrow, okay?"

Gokudera shook him off and sat back down. "I didn't mean to scare him," he said, pouting a little. Yamamoto sat beside him, stroking his hair.

"I know you didn't."

The smaller teen couldn't help but feel bad. He knew that Tsuna had a slightly irrational fear of vampires, and it just so happened that Interview with the Vampirewas his favorite movie. However, the meeting between guilt and Gokudera was always short and swift. Still sulking, he crawled over to Yamamoto's end of the couch and positioned himself onto the other boy's lap. Slinking his arms around his neck, he leaned in until their noses were almost touching.

"Make me feel better, Yamamoto…" he whispered huskily.

"Gokudera, we shouldn't. My old man's-" Yamamoto began, but was silenced when a set of cold lips met his in heated anticipation.

"I'll…keep quiet. Promise," Gokudera answered, murmuring into the kiss. A light pink blush had risen to visibility on his face.

The young baseball player sighed internally. Once he got like this, nothing could stop him. Might as well go all the way with it.

XOXOXOXO

Tsuna walked briskly through Namimori' Shopping District; it was a shortcut back to his house, and one that he was gladly using now. No matter how many times he saw that movie, he couldn't help but cower in fear every time Louis was bitten; the cries of anguish, the gushing of blood, the pain that came with turning into one of those…things.

Tsuna shuddered at the thought. He refused to say the name. How Gokudera could avidly love those movies, he would never know. Speaking of Gokudera, he had to make it up to theme somehow; they had promised to watch movies and he had bailed on them.

All the while the brunette was contemplating his actions, completely oblivious to his surroundings, a wail coming from the nearby ally he was walking past interrupted his thoughts. His breath caught dangerously in his throat; of course this has to happen when No Good Tsuna was around. He looked around for any assistance, but the streets were desolate except for himself, the supposed victim, and their attacker. Mustering his self-proclaimed courage, he stepped into the alleyway.

As he rounded a corner, he heard another wail. Or was it a moan this time around? Tsuna couldn't be sure, but one thing he could bet his money on was that the victim was right beyond the corner. Tentatively peeking his head around the back wall, Tsuna's jaw literally dropped.

In a clearing in the alley, two people stood in the center. Well, one stood, cradling the other in his arms. A man and a woman. The man looked like any other normal man in Namimori, except for the fact that he was unbelievably good-looking; actually, he looked foreign. Long strands of golden hair swept delicately over his face. He wore a stylish pinstriped suit, complete with business shoes and a flowing mantle attached to his broad shoulders. Okay, so maybe he wasn't that normal. And if the fact that his entire mouth was caked with fresh blood was any indicator…The woman he held was limp in his arm, warm blood flowing down her neck.

Oh god oh god oh god, Tsuna thought. Why am I always one who sees these things?

The boy had done well to suppress his urge to squeal and bolt, but instead opted for the more stealthy escape. He began backing up slowly, not making a single sound. As fate would have it, he accidentally backed up into a ton of half-full trash cans, its contents spilling over everywhere. Fate just royally fucked Tsuna.

Tsuna's heart stopped, he was so screwed if he was caught then and there. And he was going to make sure that didn't happen. Screw the ninja shit, he ran like the wind, sprinting through the winding dark alley. Immediately he spotted the mildly safer streets of the shopping district, and made a beeline for it.

(1)"Dove pensi che stai andando?" a silky smooth voice called out.

Now it was Tsuna's turn to scream.

The young man from the alley casually walked into view from the street. Tsuna was pretty sure that he was hyperventilating at his point. The man stepped forward, whilst the younger one tried to step out of his path, his back now pressed against the wall.

The brunette stared at the man before him. With a closer look, he could estimate him to be no more than 19. Piercing orange orbs stared down at him in a hungry manner. At least he had cleaned the blood from his mouth.

The blond positioned both of his hands on the wall on either side of Tsuna, causing the boy to flinch.

(2)"Siete tentati di me, lo sapevate che? Purtroppo, mi è proibito di avere dessert, ma nessuno mi ha detto che non posso avere un piccolo assaggio."

For the life of him, Tsuna could not understand a single word of what was said, but as soon as the older man began closing the distance between them, he knew it was over. He was going to be eaten by a...strangely beautiful man, and he hadn't even said goodbye to his parents or friends. He'd just be the boy on the 6 o'clock news, who happened to die of an 'unfortunate accident'. Joy of joys.

So it came as a shock when this mysterious attacker pressed his lips against his in a sweet and dizzying kiss that most likely lasted ten seconds but felt like an eternity. Oddly enough, the man didn't taste like blood, as Tsuna would have thought, but instead the sweet taste of vanilla invaded his senses.

The mysterious blond broke the kiss and looked down at Tsuna, smirking to himself. "(3)Come mi sarebbe piaciuto mangiare tutti voi su," he said, licking his lips in a sensuous manner, causing Tsuna to blush. He could at leas t understand the context behind his words. Those piercing orbs were upon him once more, eyeing him salaciously; Tsuna shut his eyes closed in fear and embarrasement.

(4)"Arrivederci il mio leoncino," was all Tsuna heard before he decided that now was a good time to open his eyes. He was gone, the older man was gone, as if he dissappeared into thin air.

Tsuna released the breath he had no idea he was holding. As he took in a number of ragged breaths, his fingers instinctively against his lips. His first kiss, stolen by another guy, a devilishly handsome guy who made Tsuna blush by just thinking about him, but a guy all the same.

His eyes widened in realization at what he had encountered. It all made sense now. The woman's massive blood loss, the blood on that man's lips, and the almost unnoticeable fangs that had slipped out when their eyes met.

Oh. My. God.

Needless to say, Tsuna ran home screaming about real life vampires, the excessive need for cloves of garlic, and his virginity being taken away.

XOXOXOXO

Present...

Throughout the night, Tsuna had drifted in and out of sleep, eventually succumbing to his own fatigue by 3am. When his alarm set for 7am sounded, he unwillingly climbed out of bed, large dark circles under his eyes and a couple cloves of garlic slung around his neck. Or at least he tried to get out of bed. Tsuna lifted up the covers only to find a long pale arm wrapped around his waist. Utterly mortified, his gaze drifted over to the owner of the arm that was denying his freedom.

Tsuna's new foreign acquaintance was curled up beside him, sleeping with a smile on his gorgeous face.

Fate just fucked Tsunayoshi once more, only this time, with a metal pole up his ass.

I think I ruined Tsuna's birthday by making him meet a vampire ^^ Yes, Gio-kun is a vamp, and a very sexy one. HE DOES NOT SPARKLE!

Yep, I just found out that Google translator can be a bitch D: So instead of having you guys try to painfully translate it, here's MY translation (or what I wanted to have Giotto say):

(1): "Where do you think you're going?"

(2): "You're tempting me, did you know that? Unfortunately, I am banned from havingdessert, but no one has told me that I cannot have a small taste."

(3): "How I would have loved to eat you all up."

(4): "Goodbye, my little lion."

Damn Giotto and his sexy Italian...ness. Blargh. That fluffly 8059 scene is dedicated to my best friend, KichiTsukima, whom I introduced to the wonderful world of KHR and absolutely adores this pairing.

Reviews are appreciated!