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Anon Reviews : saruko (thanks for the review! oh as for your suggestions..well we're pretty much thought the same for Tsuna and Gokudera's though I thought a towel would be better XD I'll use the boxers later on ;) and as for Fran..That's genius! LOL I'll put it on the later chaps :D) rin (haha! thanks! don't worry I may be slow in updating but I'll make sure to complete this fic!) Jen the random reader (thank you! I'm glad that this fic made you feel better! Really? thanks for that! well I tried to edit some things...tell me if I missed anything :D)
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WARNING: SLIGHT SEXUAL THEMES. YAOI. OOCness.
Simultaneous Attacks
Ah yes…they were all minding their own business away from their precious ukes when…
~XS Room~
Xanxus was standing in front of the closed window that separated the room from the balcony. He was thinking deeply on what happened earlier, while sipping his favorite wine to calm his raging nerves. Yes, it may be unusual for the Varia leader to be nervous, but he's human too. And as far as he's concerned the cloud brat and him are somewhat the same in terms of bloodlust and egoism. So if the trash managed to vex the stoic man, then whatever the sun arcobaleno was teaching them should not be taken lightly.
The scarred man sighed, he's somewhat calm but he can feel that something bad will happen soon. His fighting instincts told him that there's a formidable opponent somewhere close to him, while his brain said that an opponent attacking them would be impossible because any enemy that attacks in such a place is an idiot digging his own grave. Who would be stupid enough to attack a place where the most dangerous people are residing? Especially if a certain pissed off skylark that is currently experiencing sexual frustration is craving for blood to spill. Answer is: No one.
So why does he feel as if something's off in the atmosphere? He turned around then tried to hide his shock. How come he didn't sense his presence? Fuck.
Squalo was leaning against the cabinet smirking at him (the fucking shark trash! How dare he!) Before moving towards the mirror to comb his hair. Xanxus snorted. What a girl. He then turned his back against the swordsman again to enjoy his drink.
He was enjoying his wine when arms encircled his waist and hot breath tickled his ears. He suppressed a shiver, then glared at the attacker or at least tried to, but failed when he saw the other's state of clothing.
Squalo's wearing a white long-sleeved buttoned up shirt, except that the buttons are not closed, therefore exposing his chest that Xanxus oh so loved to kiss. His pants are not zipped up so his boxers are poking out. Squalo smirked at Xanxus, as the latter tried hard not to ogle at the sight.
"Like what you see?" He whispered seductively at the other's obvious discomfort because of the growing boner in his pants. Squalo would've laughed but that would ruin the atmosphere and his chances of making Xanxus loose a point would decrease.
Xanxus is definitely on the verge of ravaging the sexy shark. But alas, he must control his urges or else he'll loose and his pride would be extremely damaged. If not because of the bet then he would've been happy because the longhaired man decided to take the initiative, but the sad and hurtful truth crushed his happiness. He moved away from his uke. Or at least tried to, and this time he glared.
"Let go of me, trash." Squalo still didn't let go. "No."
Xanxus was about to reach for his guns when forceful lips sealed his. "Fu-"
Squalo kissed him, and he couldn't bring himself to stop the man, because he can't touch him and he's a fucking good kisser. He's at a total disadvantage and Fuck Reborn and his schemes. He felt himself fall on the bed with his uke on top of him. Hmm…the position is really turning him on, he reminded himself to use that position when the bet is over. Shit. He mentally berated himself after realizing what he has been thinking when he's in a pinch. Is really he that desperate for the other man's touch? Isn't it supposed to be the other way around?
Fuck the bet for making him suffer. He unconsciously groaned when Squalo managed to tear his jacket and shirt away then started giving him hickeys on his neck while trying to undo the belt on his pants. If this continues any further he's going to loose. He does not like to be dominated, well every seme thinks so. He abruptly stood up then grabbed his shirt and headed towards the door, leaving a disheveled and smirking Squalo behind. Squalo may have failed but that was fun.
~10051 Living Room~
Why is this happening to him? He only intended watch a movie so how did it end up in this current situation he's in? Well sure, he fell asleep hallway but he did not expect a certain weight on top of him. No he did not. Nu-uh. He was not that smart and conniving to plan something like that. So how come his cute Sho-chan is sitting on his lap and enjoying the movie as if everything's perfectly normal and not out of place?
As much as he enjoyed the feeling of Irie's ass on his lap he must control his desires. He will not loose a point, dammit. Although, sleeping through the whole ordeal is a very tempting idea, he could not risk his own sanity if his precious uke is around. He might do something to him that can exhaust him both physically and mentally. He found his uke's daring move, endearing but alas he can't ravish him, much less touch him. He sighed, is this his punishment for always hogging the marshmallows to himself? But all the marshmallows in the world belong to him and only him.
Byakuran shook his head; he should just deal with the problem. He turned towards his unsuspecting uke and spoke: "Sho-chan, why are you sitting on my lap?" This caused the redhead to squeak in surprise then turn to him. His eyes all watery and spoke in a quivering voice:
"D-d-do you not l-l-like it?"
That caught Byakuran by surprise of course he likes it! What kind of seme on earth would be stupid enough to not like it when their cute and adorable uke straddle them? No one, of course!
Seeing Byakuran's troubled look made Shoichi smirk inside. This may be embarrassing on his part but seeing his lover in that state made him feel proud that he's able to rile up the marshmallow lover. Now to get some points…
Irie inched his face closer to Byakuran's and said in a hurt yet seductive tone. "Hey, answer me, do you not like it?"
Byakuran's breath hitched. Oh my this new Irie Shoichi is turning him on. Normally he's the one who's doing all the work just to get the inventor on bed, but now? He doesn't even have to do anything! Oh the joy. He should thank Reborn for teaching the ukes how to seduce. He smiled lustfully at Irie. "Don't worry Shou-chan, of course I like it!"
He expected the other teen to blush and stutter but alas that did not happen, instead he pushed Byakuran to the couch while still straddling him. He leaned to Byakuran's ear and whispered hotly "Then I'm sure you're going to like this more."
Byakuran was about to say that he loves whatever Shoichi's doing when he remembered the bet. How the hell can he forget about the bet! Okay thanking Reborn be damned, that will not happen anymore. He saw Shoichi leaning to kiss him, but as much as he wanted to meet his lips and reverse their position he still had a pride to prioritize thank you very much. And with that sat up straight causing the redhead to fall down. He muttered a sorry before rushing upstairs towards their special room. Irie sighed, his plan failed.
~B26 front Porch~
Bel's thoroughly enjoying his dairy treat at the front porch. Ah this is life, not only does he get to enjoy his ice cream he can also enjoy the cool breeze because the villa is near the beach. And no annoying frog is there to annoy him too.
"Oh! Senpai you're here." Came a monotone voice.
Guess he spoke too soon.
He grimaced at his not cute kouhai slash lover slash live target. How dare the peasant grace his heavenly relaxation with his unpleasant presence? Sure he enjoyed (slash loved) torturing and fucking the trash but because of the bet his mere presence is a danger to the prince's sexual urges.
Bel ignored the frog's presence once again and returned to his slowly melting ice cream. He licked the liquid parts to avoid spilling the dairy product on the floor. He half-expected the illusionist to go back to their room but sadly no. Said brat grabbed a chair and sat a few inches away from him. So much for his privacy. The prince sighed but decided to enjoy the breeze. As much as he wanted to slice the brat to pieces, he had a bet to win, besides no one's worthy enough to be the prince's lover other than the frog.
Belphegor smirked when he remembered the day he first touched the frog. Ah~ the frog was so unwilling at that time that he even tried to make an illusion of him but Belphegor saw through his trick and fucked him senseless. That was such a memorable night. Because that was also the first time he saw his frog make such lewd faces.
The prince was too busy in his thoughts that he forgot his melting ice cream. Fran mentally grinned as a plan hatched in his mind. He looked at the dazed prince before commencing his scheme.
Fran nonchalantly walked towards Bel's direction. He stopped when he was in front of the blonde sadist and kneeled. He then began to suck on the Popsicle.
'And I fucked him again when he finally admitted his feelings. We did that until-' Belphegor's imagination stopped when he heard sucking noises. He looked down in shock to see his beloved froggy sucking his ice cream. If you looked closely you could see a tiny microscopic pink blush on the illusionist's cheeks. If you think that it's ridiculous to blush because you're sucking a Popsicle. Then try sucking a person's Popsicle that he oh so conveniently decided to hold just a few inches from his crotch area with a growing boner, now let's see you slurp calmly.
Not only that, but if you look at the two from the side, you'll think that Fran is sucking off Bel.
Getting over from his shock, Bel quickly pulled his nearly gone ice cream from the frog's mouth then hissed; "How dare you eat my ice cream. I shall kill you for eating a royalty's treat." He glared down at the green haired illusionist who stared at him.
"But senpai, if I didn't eat it then the ice cream would've melted on your crotch. Or is it because you wanted it that way so that you could force me to lick it? You're sick senpai." Fran said as he stood up. "Fine, I'll get my own." And with that he's gone.
Bel sat there, stunned as he replayed his kouhai's words in his head. He must admit it though that would've been a great idea, but good thing that didn't happen. As much as he hates to admit it, it was a good thing that Fran didn't do that or else he would've lost a point. He turned to Fran when the other appeared again. This time, he's licking a fucking vanilla ice cream. And he's licking it slowly, damn fucker. He's mentally torturing the poor prince!
Bel couldn't help but stare at his uke, even though he willed his eyes to look away, he just couldn't. He's a prince for fuck's sake! The others should be at his mercy, so why does it look like he wants the frog's tongue on his dick so badly? It makes him look like he's a poor sexually deprived person just begging to get laid.
Whatever thin line of sanity left in him snapped when the frog suddenly sucked on the Popsicle, white substance trailed at the side of his lips. 'Oh shit!'
Bel abruptly stood up then ran away from the sadistic frog before he lost it. FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! He's a prince and he should not run away, but fuck royalty his pride as a seme is on the line and dammit! That frog got him good.
Fran simply pulled out the Popsicle from his mouth then threw the cold treat at the trash before heading towards their room and muttered; "Failed."
~RL Room~
He should've seen it coming. He mentally scolded himself for not taking action but it's too late now. Why did he even sleep in the room if there's another one for him in the observer's villa? Oh yes, because he thought that if he can't touch the cow, then rooming with him should be enough. He was enjoying his sleep because of the beautiful dream he's having but alas, his happy moment was crushed when he felt a heavy weight on his side.
'The idiot, I told him to sleep on the couch.' Reborn mentally growled, he would've enjoyed the moment but the bet is on and he can't afford the loose. Forget the other semes his reputation as the greatest hitman and the one who has great control over his emotions, are at stake! He always wondered how he fell for a whiny idiot. His thoughts were cut short when Lambo hugged him. He blinked, Ahh…it may have been because of the adorable side of the brat.
Reborn looked at the sight before him in awe. Lambo's face is tinted with pink, his lips partly parted, making him look kissable. Reborn shook his head. Is it just him or is he getting swayed by the unconscious and innocent yet seductive (in a way) acts of his lover? He looked at Lambo again and watched the other's breathing. Well he has to remain in the position he's in because he can't touch he brat.
Now you may all be thinking that why can't he just remove Lambo's arms away from him since the brat is asleep anyway? Well the answer is simple: Mammon. That name pretty much says it all. If you still don't get then here's another hint: cameras. Get it now? If not then I suggest you bang yourself on the wall because you're slow.
Now back at the problem at hand, Reborn is very much trying not to remove the hands of the other. Yes, he enjoyed the hug earlier, but now it's different, the soft hug became a death grip that it's depriving the hitman of air. And now the hitman growled and made his trusted partner Leon change to mallet to smack the lightning guardian awake.
"OUCH! Huh? What? Whoa!" Came a pained and shocked voice.
"Stupid cow, let go of me." Reborn demanded.
Lambo looked at him questioningly before realizing that he's choking the other. He immediately blushed before letting go.
"I-I'm sorry." He apologized, his head hung low.
"Whatever, now sleep on the couch." Reborn growled before lying on the bed and closed his eyes leaving a scared Lambo.
"B-But what if I fall?"
"Not my problem."
"D-do you not like it when I'm next to you?" came a hushed whisper.
Reborn's eyes snapped open at the reply. How could he say that? If he didn't like the close proximity between them in the first place then he would've killed him. He slowly sat up and stared at the sad Lambo. "If I didn't like it, then why do you think I chose you in the first place?" Idiot.
Lambo's eyes widened. "Then how come you don't want me to sleep beside you?"
Reborn rolled his eyes, "Because of the bet. Stupid cow."
"Oh!" Then Lambo thought of something. He smiled mischievously at the hitman. "You're scared."
That caught Reborn off guard. "Excuse me? Me sacred? Get real cow."
That didn't deter Lambo, he kept on going; "Ah. But you won't let me sleep next to you because you think that I can seduce you. And here I thought that the greatest hitman would not be seduced easily. Guess I was wrong."
"Fine sleep next to me for all I care, you'll see that you can't seduce me." And with that the hitman laid down again with a satisfied Lambo hugging him to death.
'Shit. What did I get myself into?' Let's just say that a certain arcobaleno couldn't sleep a wink because of the unnecessary touches from a certain someone. Fuck.
~6927 Room~
Mukuro gritted his teeth in frustration. Tsunayoshi got the skylark good and he's sure as hell that he'll be the next victim at the mercy of the Don. He's busy trying to formulate a plan to escape when the door of their room opened up. He looked up expecting a pissed off skylark enter the room to fight him but no… another one came in. He sighed mentally, ah well good luck to him and his sanity.
Mukuro smiled at Tsunayoshi if he can't escape then he just have to attack first right? Instead of him leaving the room sexually frustrated it'll be the other way around.
"Ah…Tsunayoshi-kun, what are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be calming Hibari Kyouya down?"
"Ah…well he can deal with his problem alone." Tsuna answered smoothly "After all I came here because I need you."
'Here it is.' Mukuro thought 'He's going to attack me now. I won't let him.' He walked towards the brunette and waved his finger in front of him. "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Tsunayoshi-kun what you did earlier was bad." Mukuro said.
It may be rude but Tsuna isn't actually listening to what Mukuro is saying, he's too busy staring at Mukuro's finger in front of him. The finger is practically begging for him to lick it and so lick it he did.
"The hell!" Mukuro was caught off guard when he suddenly felt something hot and sticky on his forefinger. He gulped at the sight. Damned Tsunayoshi and his good tongue. It also didn't do him any good when the boss looked at him with half-lidded eyes and motioned for him to stand beside the bed.
Tsuna decided to let go of the abused and wet finger to kiss the unsuspecting illusionist. While kissing the illusionist his hands wandered towards the other's pants and felt the growing hard-on. 'Perfect.' He then stopped the kiss and decided to grab Mukuro's member. The latter grunted then when it dawned on him that he's being dominated he hissed at the brunette who looked up to him faking his innocence.
What the hell is happening to him? His plan fucking backfired! He almost lost a point! Fuck it all. Had Tsuna succeeded in giving him a BJ then he would've totally lost it because of what he's about to do to the brunette next. He glared down at the brunette before backing off.
That move failed because Tsuna pulled him to the bed then straddled him. "My my Mukuro, didn't you say it before that you loved it whenever I give you a BJ? So what's with the sudden change?" Tsuna asked knowingly.
"Ah. But Tsunayoshi, you can't really expect me to like it forever it's getting boring you know?" he retorted.
"Well then let's see about that…" Tsuna smirked at him, and to Mukuro's horror the brunette began to unzip his pants. He had to think fast! Oh right he's an illusionist that can fool his boss' Hyper Intuition…
After fooling his boss he made a mad dash towards the door and away from the haunted room as much as possible. He headed towards their special room, completely forgetting about the murderous skylark.
~8059 Room~
This is definitely not intentional. He did not expect nor wanted (okay, maybe sometimes but that's beside the point!) that sight to greet him when he entered the room. He tried hard not to jump on the man. His grip tightened on the doorknob. He wanted to run away as much as possible but something unknown is stopping him.
"Oh. You're back." Greeted the other.
Shoot. Any attempts in running away, crushed. He has to suck it up now. "Why are you like that?" he tried to ask casually but nervousness laced his voice.
"Are you blind? Well it's because I just finished taking a bath, idiot. Why else would I be wearing a towel on my waist?" Gokudera growled at him but decided to calm down.
"Ahahaha! Sorry, well I guess I should too. After jogging in the garden I think I need a cold bath!" Yamamoto cheered cheerfully, albeit too cheerfully.
Gokudera scrutinized him "But you're not even swea-Oh." He smirked at the former baseball star. He walked over to him. "Now…I wonder why you suddenly wanted a cold bath in this breezy night?" He slyly asked.
Yamamoto gulped, as expected of Gokudera to notice it. He decided to run for it when warm hands stopped him and hot breath trickled his ears; "I wouldn't mind taking another bath."
"Ah-h-ha-haha…it's okay I can do it myself." Yamamoto's clearly nervous this time. His strained laugh showed it all.
Gokudera's smirk widened. "Oh no no no…I insist." With that he pushed Yamamoto towards the bathroom door.
"Fine…but don't do anything." Yamamoto admitted defeat well Gokudera is a stubborn man and any attempts in persuading him is useless.
"Whatever, now let's get you to the bathroom." Gokudera pushed him towards the shower stall when he slipped on a soap bar. Yamamoto tried to catch him but got dragged instead.
His back landed on the hard floor, but the pain was somehow bearable because he had a mission to complete. His towel that's nowhere to be seen, gave him the upperhand now he can seduce the idiot blushing easily.
Yamamoto is a nervous wreck on the inside, as much as he wanted to get up before anything happens he just can't because he's busy staring at the sight below him. It also did not help his internal turmoil when Gokudera encircled his arms on his neck then began to kiss him forcefully. Shit! Since when did Gokudera learn to initiate things? Usually it's him who's doing the wooing. Before he can even stop himself he completely succumbed to his lust.
Gokudera's only thought at that moment is: 'Success.'
A few minutes later…
~Semes special Room~
Yamamoto entered the room only to see all of the semes present inside. He did not mind the room's state because he had bigger issues at hand.
The semes all turned to him, sans Hibari who's sitting down on the other side, still seething, but not that deadly anymore and Xanxus drinking Vodka. "You too?" The other semes asked. He nodded before walking towards the Wii station to play baseball. The other semes returned to their sulking.
After a few more games with no homeruns he suddenly spoke; "I lost a point." Now this caught the other semes attention even Hibari and Xanxus.
"You lost a point?" They practically hissed, but they felt empathetic at the former athlete. "Elaborate." And elaborate he did.
"If that was me, I would've done the same thing." Byakuran said and patted Yamamoto's shoulder.
"Me too." Mukuro agreed.
"Had it been me. I would've made the peasant give me a bath. But who knows…" Bel said.
"That's stupid, why did you even let him take a bath with you in the first place?" Xanxus practically growled, the man's stupidity is his ultimate downfall.
Yamamoto remained silent.
"I found a loophole." Hibari said, earning everyone's attention. They all smirked,even Yamamoto managed a small smile, finally a comeback.
A/N: Okay...this may be the longest chapter so far... Oh and I passed the exam! But I have to study hard for the finals!
for the 6927 scene I will thank PrincessAimi1827 for that~ I actually thought a different scenario but she said ''So we thought if Mukuro was to complain the next day or something will occur that Mukuro was like pointing his finger at Tsuna (which will probably not happen,but anything is possible in a fanfiction) or waving it as if saying 'do not do that' or something like his finger was near Tsuna. Tsuna will be staring at the finger and started sucking it like a lollipop...''.
As for Yamamoto loosing...well EK12 said something about Yamamoto loosing, and it seemed like a tempting idea so yeah... XD
GUYS I know that I said that I will not write a chapter about what happened to the ukes while Reborn was training but I take it back! Why? because I realized that I need that for a certain chapter! So I will let you choose what I will write for the next chapter: Semes' Revenge or Reborn's lesson?
I didn't proofread this, so there'll be errors.
Please R&R! Give me suggestion's too!:D