Warning: One-shot! OOC. Oh, and, obviously, it's YAOI.

Disclaimer: I swear I don't own anything other than the story.

I have decided that I like this couple.

Temptation

Fon sighed and rolled out of bed, unable to sleep knowing who was to his back.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he clamped his pale hands together, recalling once more, for the hundredth time, how he got into such a predicament.

And he was so careful too, so careful...

Nonetheless, he was cornered, unable to come up with a quick, elegant escape that wouldn't make him look like an ass.

Tsuna, his close friend for some eight years, had dragged Fon's anti-social self all around town, and when it hit twilight, had dragged him some more to his apartment. Fon ended up staying for what one could only call dinner, before attempting to leave – with no avail. Cute, small, barely 5'6 Tsuna just had to pout and force Fon to stay over for the night – which would have totally been okay had Tsuna not threatened to castrate the poor Chinese man if he didn't strip and get in bed with Tsuna.

"It's a queen, Fon. I know you usually sleep on the couch, but I don't want you to get anymore back problems than you already have, so quit your yapping, take off your damn clothes and get some shut eye" as Tsuna had oh-so-nicely put it.

Well, Fon silently sneered, at least he hadn't figured it out yet. The gorgeous 26 year old didn't know whether to smile or to cry.

Standing up on the cream carpet, Fon tilted his head back, incoherently moaning while running his slender digits through his long raven hued hair. It was loose, spreading out all over his back, chest and shoulders, engulfing him in darkness, making him look even more like a god than per usual.

Clad in only his burgundy pajama pants, he swiftly strode to the other side of the mattress, careful not to awake the sleeping beauty.

So, so careful...

It was probably the most breathtaking sight Fon had ever laid his eyes upon.

The skimpy cerulean bed sheets were cast aside, some half way on the floor, others mushed together to form a very deformed ball. Tsunayoshi was fast asleep, laying on his right side and hugging tightly onto his fluffy pillow. His hair was a mess, as always, and Fon knew that if the lights were on, Tsuna's locks would be their usual shade of dark caramel. Of course, he could still pick out their natural color due to the moonlight pouring inside from the windows.

Wearing gray, comfy sweatpants and a Cookie Monster tee-shirt, Tsuna looked absolutely ravishing. And the fact that his shirt did little to cover his lean stomach did not help the case at all.

Fon assessed his best friend further, almost giving into the sinful thoughts that continued to course through his head. The 22 year old's mouth was partly open as he breathed evenly, oblivious to the outside world. His lashes were dark and long – something Fon knew many girls would beg for, and his eyebrows were shaped slightly like a woman's. His cheeks were puffed in an adorable sort of way, as though he still hadn't grown out of his baby fat.

The Chinese man instinctively looked at the sleeping boy's hips. They appeared inviting and Fon unconsciously leaned in.

He grabbed ever-so-gently, before cautiously pulling down the loose bottoms. The fabric was halfway off of Tsuna's butt before Fon realized that he was delirious.

Rationality told him to stop.

His body did not take the advice. Fon's hand slowly came out of it's spot and advanced upward, going under the brunet's shirt and lathering the soft, silky skin.

Oddly enough, Fon hauntingly looked at what he was doing as he violated the person he held most dear.

He once again pulled back, but only to caress the younger one's neck. The flesh was soft and smooth to the touch.

Tsuna's neck was both feminine and feline-like, being fragile and long and absolutely mouthwatering.

Fon knew he was losing it when thoughts of Tsuna, flushed, naked, and sweaty and under him peered into his mind like bullets grazing the skin.

He quickly let go.

Eight years he had fought with it. He had mastered the art of concealing his feelings and promptly hid the lust, the sickening love, deep into the abyss of his heart, where none could see it lest he allowed them to.

All that will, all that rational thinking was going down the drain, and the pitiful part was that he could do nothing to stop himself.

A voice in the back of his mind whispered to claim the boy in his sleep, and it took Fon a great deal of self-control to not do as it asked. Tsuna was vulnerable and Fon was far too kind.

Fon sighed once more, seemingly exhausted and knowing fully well that he'd regret every little thing he had done the following morning. "You make it so hard for me to control myself..."

And then he touched that beautiful boy's unblemished skin, reveling in its warmth, before taking those gorgeous pink lips for himself.

Chocolate irises opened up just to be stunned by the harsh sunlight emitting through the window on their right side. The boy rubbed the sleepiness from his eyes, before yawning and stretching, cracking several bones in the process.

It wasn't until he was almost fully awake that he noticed the tingling, electrifying sensation on his lips.

… Almost as if he was kissed by his tempted soulmate.

He quickly dispersed the thought, patting his hand on the left side of his bed in search of a body.

Tsuna didn't find one.

"Fon...?"

Said person walked into the room and leaned on the casing, still wearing only his pajama pants. "Ah, Tsuna, you're awake. I'm just making us some food to eat..."

The younger of the two subconsciously touched his lips, flushing when he realized he was still in the presence of company.

"Soo... What's for breakfast, Chef Fon?"

Fon could have cried.

No, he did not rape Tsuna, if that's what you're wondering. He just kissed the guy, you know, "giving into one of his temptations".

This was so hard to write because halfway through the story I went from past tense to present tense. That was not fun to fix.

Reviews = most welcome.