Happy New Year everyone!

I've unfortunately done it again. This was only supposed to be a three-shot of shameless sexual activities featuring Mukuro, Hibari, and Tsuna but my mind had to go overboard and create a convoluted plot for it. So now this will be a full story in which I will try to tackle with as much tact as I can muster.

Well, I hope you enjoy the ride because this is one ride Tsuna wouldn't want to sit on. (kehaha)

Chapter 1: All Fun And Games (Part 1/3)

Tsuna yawned as he wrapped his thin arms around his chest as he walked down the chilly street on his way to the train station. An expensive black car rolled past him, causing a frigid gust of air. His mittened gloves clenched as he recovered from the freezing gust. The white faux fur on the inside of his beige jacket only managed to keep him mildly comfortable against the cold winter weather. Fuzzy orange earmuffs covered his ears keeping them warm but also dulling out sounds making him susceptible to anyone who might want to attack him.

Which is precisely what happened just a minute later. A forceful hand grabbed the hood of his jacket and flung him behind a bush on the empty street. The same hand pressed down on his mouth before he could scream. The hand began to roam and travel his stomach and waist as cold lips began to forcefully kiss his cheeks. Tsuna struggled against his attacker but his small body did little to hinder his assailant.

He managed to kick the molester on his shins and suddenly the man was flung to the ground beside him. He blinked in surprise. Did his kick do that?

The sudden sight of two tall figures caused him to jump. Two men with frightening yet handsome appearances stood in front of him. The one on the left had dark hair, piercing black eyes, and a dark frown on his face. The man on the right appeared slightly less scary with long dark blue hair tied in a low ponytail and heterochromatic blue and red eyes. Tsuna couldn't help but feel a twinge on his nethers as he took in his savior's appearances. The one with black hair said something but all he could hear were muffled.

It took him a second to realize why and he lowered his earmuffs. "Sorry?"

"Get out of here." The man's deep voice commanded.

"We'll take care of the scum." The blue haired man guaranteed an almost dangerous smile on his face.

Tsuna nodded slowly and glanced at the cowering figure at his feet before kicking at the man's side, making him cower lower to the ground. His action caused the blue-haired man to chuckle as he ran away.

The men kept an eye on him as he ran up the train platform before turning their attention to the pathetic man beneath them. They could see their reflections in his fearful eyes as they came closer.

Tsuna's heart pounded as he stood on the train platform. He had just been harassed and molested by a sick man just a few minutes ago. Had it not been for the two mysterious men, who knows what would have happened to him? He rubbed his mittened hands together as he shuddered at the memories of what just transpired.

A particularly cold breeze caressed him making him shiver and place his earmuffs back on his ears. The sound of the approaching train gave him a sense of relief and he glanced back to the spot where he had been attacked. The two men were gone and when he squinted, he could see a limp body behind the bush. He gulped as he thought of what those two men must have done to the man and he wondered where they had gone after they helped him.

And he didn't even thank them!

He gasped audibly and went to the railings as he searched for them. They were nowhere in sight. He groaned and sank to the floor. He couldn't believe two strong and handsome men had saved him from a terrible fate and he didn't even thank them! Or even get their number! He truly was Dame-Tsuna!

The train approached quickly and he quickly scampered in. The train was almost as warm as he wished and he hummed happily to himself when he saw that the cart he had chosen was empty. He stood by the train doors, not wanting to sit and risk getting cold. He needed to keep his heart rate up during the short trip so he could be a little warm on his way home. He hummed a quiet tune to himself and focused on the moving scenery before him through the windows.

His peace was broken when he felt something warm against his thigh. He glanced down to see a black-gloved hand groping it. He gasped and only had a second to identify the person by looking into the train mirror. He could see dark eyes and familiar heterochromatic red and blue eyes when a black cloth covered his eyes, blinding him. He could feel a knot being tied at the back of his head. His hands shot up to push away the two men behind him when a wool glove grabbed his right and a leather glove grabbed his left.

Tsuna froze, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. He was getting excited. He shouldn't be getting so excited about the possibilities.

"Umm, what are you doing?" He whispered and a thumb began to rub small circles against his inner thigh. A hand on his waist began to rub small circles as well and he bit his lip at the sensations. Both hands felt so gentle and warm against his shivering body and he almost didn't want them to stop.

He struggled against them, futilely trying to free himself and the hands on his wrists tightened in return. The contrast of firm grips and gentle touches made him shiver. A cool breath blew against his neck making the hairs raise and causing him to whimper. A warm tongue licked along his exposed neck and the wool gloved hand on his waist went underneath his shirt and traveled up to his chest.

His ears burned and he bit his lip when he felt the rough material rub against his nipple and began to rub against the nubs. His hips jerked involuntarily and his breaths were coming out shallow and harsh. It wasn't his first time being molested in a train but this was certainly his first time getting a hard-on by it.

The hand that rubbed on his thighs had gotten more courage, perhaps wanting to compete with the other, since it squeezed his thigh goodbye and made its way to his ass and began to caress and squeeze the soft mounds. And he couldn't help but rub himself against it.

Tsuna moaned and arched his back into the warm bodies behind him from the sensations. The two men were whispering to each other but he could only make out muffles because of his earmuffs. He knew that they were most likely speaking about how responsive he was to their touches.

Their skillful hands continued to toy with his body and he didn't know how much longer he would last. His member was stiff and uncomfortable in his pants at this point. His heart pounded loudly against his chest and he thought about how he was about to ejaculate without those hands touching his penis once. He didn't know it was possible but there he was - seconds away from embarrassing himself and staining his pants.

The train intercom announced his stop and he didn't know if should thank or curse the gods.

After a few agonizing seconds, the train slowed to a stop and the doors slid open. Tsuna took a deep breath and jumped back against his attackers, stunning them enough for them to loosen their grips on him and he tore off his blindfold and ran as well as he could from the train.

He ran a block before his member couldn't take the strain anymore and he leaned against the side of a building. His heart was still pounding and his chest rose and fell quickly with each of his strained breaths. With blushing cheeks, he glanced down at his clothed crotch to see a nicely formed tent. His cock was twitching in its confines and he hit the wall behind him in frustration.

He almost missed the warmth of his molesters. He almost wished he hadn't left his confines.

His hand shook as he brought it to his pants button and unhooked it. The thought of sweet release was enough to make him not care about ejaculating in public where anyone could see him. Though he probably had nothing to worry about since it was late at night and no one was around.

No...

He couldn't do this.

He made a promise and he was going to try to keep it.

He stood in the cold, feeling incredibly hot and bothered for what felt like minutes as he focused to will away his want, his clenched hands pressed hard against the wall behind him.

He didn't hear the approaching footsteps until it was too late.

Two black-gloved hands, one leather, and one wool slammed on the wall near either side of his head, effectively trapping him. His heart jumped and eyes widened as he saw the two men who had rescued him from being molested then proceeded to molest him themselves just minutes before.

The blue-haired man with leather gloves leaned forward until their faces were inches apart and he could feel his breath on his lips. "Oya? Though you could get away from us?" He teased, a playful smile on his lips.

The darker haired male to his left placed a finger under his chin and raised it so they made perfect eye contact. "Running away from us was a very rude thing to do, herbivore." He smirked, his eyes narrowing like a predator after his prey.

"Ah, I-I..." He stammered. His loins were alit with a passionate sensation once again and he felt his nipples harden from the memory of their touches. He shuddered as he glanced into the men's eyes, unbelieving of the effect they had on his body. "Thank you for saving me."

"Tisk, tisk. That won't do." The blue-eyed man chuckled and his gloved index finger trailed slowly down his chest.

"We don't accept words of gratitude." The shorter haired man's eyes trailed down his body and eyed his unbuttoned pants.

"T-then w-what are you accepting?" He asked though he had a good thought of what they were thinking. Excitement and fear built up in his stomach and he shivered. He wanted them.

"We will only accept gratitude from you in only one way." The man with blue hair chuckled again as his hand squeezed at his hip in that familiar way.

"W-which i-is?" He bit his lip to keep himself from moaning. Oh god, he hoped this was going in the direction he wanted it to.

"The only way you've shown us." Dark eyes met him again and he swore he nearly creamed from the look. "By using your body as we see fit."'

The image of a man with a yellow stripe on his fedora flashed in his mind and he bit his lip.

He shouldn't. He couldn't.

A pair of lips met his and he could feel his pants zipper lower.

'I'm sorry,' He thought to the man. He was forsaking him and himself but these two horny men wanted him and he knew he wanted them just as badly.

Another pair of lips began kissing and sucking on his neck and a hand cupped him through his pants and all rational thoughts left his mind. He would beg for forgiveness later.

"Y-yes. Please. Use me however you see fit."

So that concludes the first part of this stories section. Does anyone have any pointers? I'm trying but I'm not sure it's coming off authentic enough.

Thank you for reading and I hope you would take a few moments to review.

Also, starting with the New Year, I will be uploading every Monday if I can so look forward to the next installment!