Updated 11/20/13

"Fuck me!" Xanxus hissed.

"Boss?" That was Squalo.

Tsuna's eyes narrowed into slits. "Hayato," Tsuna said, pushing smaller, full sized mattress off of the bed and sliding it over to the window. He repeated the process with the box spring and shoving it against the door. "I know that you want to head out all cocked and ready to go but I need you to hold off a little bit longer. Something just came up and we have to go back underground but don't cut off our lifeline just yet. We'll come back up for air and when we do, be ready to move because Zarkov will be as well."

"Tsuna? What's going on?" Takeshi asked.

"Zarkov's men. They found us." Tsuna replied. "The notification that we were assumed dead must have been a decoy. Remember my instructions, Hayato. I'm counting on you." Tsuna pressed the power button and shoved it into the bag with the charger. "How long do we have?" Tsuna asked Xanxus as he cut the gas-line leading from the wall to the heater at the base of the window. The mattress covered the heater but the line was still visible.

"I'd say thirty seconds max." Xanxus replied, pulling his jacket on and tucking his weapons in place.

"That's plenty of time." Tsuna murmured, pulling out the Baby Eagle and strapping it to his thigh before he sprayed the nail-polish remover in a line leading from the bathroom to the mattress. "Get in the bathroom." Tsuna commanded.

"They'll have blocked off the window." Xanxus pointed out.

"That's why I'm creating a diversion." Tsuna said, ripping the shade off of the lamp. There was a thump at the door and Tsuna shoved the lamp to the side. Tsuna and Xanxus moved in sync, spinning into the bathroom and slamming the door just as the lamp hit the puddle of nail-polish remover. The shockwave that the explosion left was enough to knock the door off of its hinges but Tsuna and Xanxus had both stepped out of the danger zone. Tsuna and Xanxus coughed as acrid smoke filled the bathroom. The two of them crawled out of the window and landed on their feet outside…

…and then took off running.

The chase was on, they knew. Their pursuers were hot on their tail and they had a limited amount of time to escape. It would be better if there was more crowd to get lost in but at the moment, they were on the slummy side of town.

They would have to improvise.

There was a prickle at the base of Tsuna's neck. Tsuna jerked to the side just in time for a bullet to fly past his head. "Fuck!" Tsuna hissed, his adrenalin peeking slightly. "We need a car."

"Or an enclosed space." Xanxus stopped abruptly, grabbing Tsuna's arm and jerking him down an alley-way.

They both stopped and pressed against opposite sides of the alley and masked their presences. The shadows hid them fairly efficiently.

"Where did they go?" A man asked.

"They cut down here." Another said.

The two of them inched in and Tsuna and Xanxus moved forward at the same time. They grabbed the men from behind and snapped their necks fluidly and quickly. They both nodded at one another before taking off in a sprint again, well aware of the people that were still following them.

"This is getting us nowhere." Tsuna panted.

"Split and meet back at the center of the back-alleys."

"Agreed."

The thing Tsuna liked about Russia was that there was a lot of uneven ground. Instead of leveling the land, more often than not buildings were just built on the land as it was so that meant that people where actually walking on the roof of a building when they walked on the sidewalk and because there were few, if any, fault lines in Siberia, the cities were built in layers with little to no risks.

And that's why Tsuna liked it.

It made it easy to escape assassins who were hot on his tail.

Tsuna skid to a stop and launched himself to the right while Xanxus continued down the path he was on before. Tsuna kicked off of the wall and scrambled up the side of the building before vaulting over a fence. Hearing the footsteps behind him, Tsuna picked up the pace, dropping to the ground to dodge an onslaught of bullets all aimed to kill him.

Tsuna launched forward again and kicked off of the edge of the building, rolling to break his fall before skidding to a halt when he came to a dead end. He cursed under his breath but he didn't even get the first word out when something hard collided with the back of his head, driving him to his knees and then onto his stomach. He felt the familiar sensation of someone grabbing his hair and forcing him up. Tsuna reached for the hand in an attempt to lessen the pain.

The brunet jerked back before someone grabbed his chin and forced his lips to part. "Now, now, sweetie, don't mind the grogginess in the beginning. This drug will make you feel nice and hot." Something was forced into his mouth and the hand that grabbed his chin clamped over his mouth and nose, another rising to rub his throat in swallowing motions.

The liquid slid down Tsuna's throat in a slimy, unsavory sort of way. It didn't have a taste but it made him sick nonetheless. A jolt of fire ran through his veins, scorching his body as it began metabolizing. Just as the slimy sack of nasty had said, his eyes began to glaze and his vision doubled but the heat only increased. 'Wh—' His thought cut off when a pulsation wracked through his body.

His cheeks flushed as he was left aching in a foreign sort of way. The grips on his hands hadn't disappeared and the chain around his neck was yanked forward. His legs gave out from the strain but the man who had forced the drug down his throat tilted Tsuna's head up to get a better look at him.

"Hey, he's a cutie…" He purred, stroking Tsuna's lips in a mockingly caring manner.

Mustering all the strength he could, when the man drove his fingers into his mouth, he bit down on them. Hard. He tasted the man's blood and he knew his blunt teeth would leave an imprint for days—possibly weeks. He didn't let go until he was slapped hard enough for his head to loll back. His cheek swelled, burning with a reminder that he should do what they said or end up worse off. Tsuna couldn't hear what they were saying anymore since his blood was absolutely pounding in his ears now. It was probably to wait until the drug took full effect but Tsuna wasn't going to wait that long.

Tsuna shifted suddenly before sliding his legs out in front of him. His back was pressed against the cool stone wall and his sweat-slicked palms were pushing against the rock. His knees were drawn up to his chest and if anyone looked at him, it would look as if he was trying to spare himself the humiliation of being bare or he was crying but in reality, he was simply putting up an illusion of such.

But that was only if he got it done before whatever this drug was kicked in at full force. His vision was still blurry and his body hot but if that's all it really did, he could live with that. It was foreign but bearable. A spasm rocked through Tsuna's body and for a moment his muscles ceased up. He shuddered, biting down on his tongue to keep any sounds from escaping before returning to his work. When the head of the screw finally came undone, his time was up.

The men surrounded him and forced him forward again, not noticing that the head of the screw was undone yet. The same guy who he had bit walked forward and grabbed a fistful of hair. "Alright, bitch, if you bite this, I'll shove this knife in your ear." He held up a pick-like knife that was long and thin.

Tsuna watched through hazy eyes as he undid the zipper. 'You know… for the record, these bastards aren't my type.' Tsuna thought wryly as he jerked to the side and freed his hand lashed out, grabbing the man's throat. "How about if I rip it off instead?" Tsuna asked in a venomously sweet tone. The man looked up at him in horror when Tsuna pointed his companion's gun at him. "Did Zarkov send you?" Tsuna demanded.

"N-No… h-his m-mistress did! He said that there was a brunet and his companion n-needed s-some roughing up!"

"Does Zarkov know about it?"

"N-no."

"Good." Xanxus said from behind the man who had forced Tsuna onto his knees before pulling the trigger to the gun. Tsuna moved just as the others moved to flee and twisted one of their necks. Xanxus and Tsuna both moved at the same time, grabbing the men's arms and kicking them so that their elbow joints bent in the opposite intended direction. The sickening crunch and their pained screams tore through the alleyway like a hot spoon through butter.

Xanxus watched as Tsuna's expression twisted into something emotionless and cruel. Xanxus blinked and shifted, his thoughts echoing loudly in the refines of his mind. 'So this is… Vongola Decimo.' He thought.

Tsuna looked back at him, his cheeks flushed with exertion and whatever drug they gave him. "Come on. Let's see if we can get a place to stay." He grabbed Xanxus' wrist.

Ba-dump.

Xanxus looked down at the hand curled around his wrist with gentleness that he didn't deserve. 'It's the weather. It has to be… the change is fucking with my mind.' He thought as he followed a dazed Tsuna through the alleyways in search of a new hotel.

This new one was multiple floors and a bit more expensive but it was more secure than the one before. As soon as the elevator doors closed, the last of his restraints snapped and Xanxus pinned Tsuna against the wall to practically ravage his mouth. A strangled whimper, needy and hot, created electricity that sparked over his flesh. 'Or maybe it's because when we're both hyped on blood and adrenalin, I know I can't resist him.' Xanxus thought.

Xanxus wasn't a stranger to sex. Being introduced to the Mafia at a young age made for an interesting purpose in life. It wasn't unusual to see twelve year olds being surrounded by a bunch of high-grade escorts—the ones that hung off of a Don's arm at political gatherings and such, not the hookers that usually hung around the slammers to get a low paid fuck—or exotic dancers that kept some level of decency when they preformed. He just so happened to be one of those fortunate kids.

So, needless to say, by age fifteen, he was already having hot, dirty sex with women twice his age. Not that it mattered much to the women because mostly all of them had one thing to say about him and that was that he was quite well hung for his age.

Still, though… the thought of doing this with Tsuna was unnerving him. It almost made him nervous.

Almost.

A hand traced up Tsuna's thigh and over the curve of his back. One of Tsuna's hands was pinned above his head while the other was wrapped around Xanxus' nape, urging him to continue his ministrations. 'When he kissed me… I felt like I couldn't stop.' Tsuna thought as Xanxus' hand traced over his ass again and he gave a sharp squeeze. Tsuna gasped in response. 'I felt like he couldn't stop.' The both pulled apart long enough to get into the room—which was, thankfully, just across from the elevator—and close the door. 'Which was all well enough.' Tsuna thought as Xanxus shoved his shirt and jacket off of his shoulders. 'Because I wouldn't have stopped anyways.'

Their mouths molded together, this time Tsuna catching on to what was supposed to be done, and his fingers trailed through the soft, shadowy locks that spiked against his palm. Tsuna made another sound—a choked gasp—and Xanxus froze before smirking inwardly and letting his fingers trace over the spot he brushed against again and Tsuna's nails bit into his shoulder.

It was a spot that not very many people could touch—reserved only for lovers. It was on the inside of his thigh about three inches above his knee.

Tsuna moaned again when Xanxus shifted his thigh and brushed against that spot again, sending white flashes through his mind and making his body hotter than the drug had. No one had touched him there before because he had never been on the receiving end. It was such a strange sensation that sent chills through his body but it wasn't unpleasant. At some point during their rigorous kissing, they had moved so that they were on the bed and Tsuna was all but laying on top of Xanxus practically pinning him against the bed. Realizing their positions, Tsuna pulled away with a thin trail of saliva connecting them.

"Thought… you wouldn't… submit…" Xanxus teased breathlessly.

"Sh-shut up and… nngh… show me… that kiss again." Tsuna ordered, forcing their mouths together again. Their tongues wrestled in a molten hot kiss that sent both of their minds into white noise but neither of them were willing to give up the battle just yet. Xanxus groaned against Tsuna's mouth as their covered groins gently rubbed against one another's through their shields in just a bare circular motion that set spurts of heat up Tsuna's arched spine. The combination of rough friction and arousal running through both of them was almost enough for Xanxus to lose control—control that he had exercised too much of throughout his years—and Tsunayoshi wasn't even stopping it.

Xanxus trailed kisses down Tsuna's jaw and to his throat. Tsuna's head lolled back and he offered his throat to Xanxus in an absolute move of submission that sealed Xanxus's thoughts. Of course, Tsunayoshi wasn't even aware of what he had just done. Xanxus's touches were hot on his skin, forcing him to lose control of the situation, to submit. It terrified him but he couldn't bring himself to stop—whether or not it was because of the drug he didn't know and at this point, he didn't care either.

'So… so good!' He thought through the haze as Xanxus nipped at his collar-bone. Tsuna's glazed, and now glowing, amber eyes flickered up to meet Xanxus's smoldering red ones that all but begged for trust. Tsuna felt himself responding without his knowledge of it—who said he couldn't lose control every once in a while?

Tsuna's fingers ran over Xanxus's bare chest, realizing just how nude both of them were at this point. The two of them were left mostly bare to the world and Tsuna took that chance to overlook the sight in front of him. Xanxus was well toned for appearing only as an eighteen year old. Following Xanxus' example, Tsuna nipped and tease at his throat, occasionally leaving a mark or two. His fingers were light as they traced over the smooth scars. His scars didn't feel any different. They were darker shadows, faded onto the sun-kissed skin. They were soft under his touch, and no doubt Xanxus could feel every brush of flesh against flesh if his shuddering breath was any sign. Xanxus was, in a word, sinfully attractive, even with the scars.

Xanxus looked over Tsuna with appreciation. He was like a work of art with all of his marks on him… but he wasn't his yet. Xanxus tugged at the waist of Tsuna's jeans, and the brunette lifted his hips allowing them to be pulled from his body along with his boxers, blushing slightly and looking away. His leg lifted slightly in instinct, not used to being left so bare but when Xanxus settled between his legs, just as nude as he was, Tsuna felt his embarrassment fade.

Xanxus shifted his bare hips against Tsuna's, causing an unusually high amount of friction. Their focus was entirely on the feel of flesh on flesh, the friction when their hips met, making Tsuna arch slightly off the bed and moan in surprise when Xanxus rubbed both of their engorged members together. Their blood was pounding in their ears leaving it so the only sound they could hear was the other's moans, grunts or murmurs of approval when one of them moved a certain way.

Unfortunately (or was it fortunately? Tsuna was kinda' lost in a haze of lust and pleasure so he wasn't sure what it was considered) the friction wasn't enough to make either of them come, regardless of how much they wanted to.

Xanxus's hand trailed down over his shoulder in a feathery light touch down to his navel where he circled before going even lower. The click of a cap could be heard but Tsuna was too lost in the sensations to hear it.

Xanxus hovered over Tsuna, not actually touching him.

Two fingers, in one go, were pressed to his entrance and Tsuna stiffened slightly. Slicked and ready, Xanxus pressed them both inside of Tsuna and it required all of his strength not to scream out. The pain sent jolts of vibrations throughout his body, enhancing the heat almost. His hips shifted on instinct, angling so that Xanxus could get better access. Knowing what to do, he wrapped his other hand around Tsuna's throbbing, aching, cock and began to pump slowly.

Tsuna was so lost in the sensations it almost drove him insane. His long, dexterous fingers scissored and curled making Tsuna squirm slightly but the way Xanxus's legs were pinning his, he couldn't move. Tsuna's digits clawed at Xanxus's shoulders as he whimpered at the searing—pleasurably so—pain that sent sharp, hot tingles throughout his body.

Xanxus felt himself snap at the sight of Tsuna fucking himself on his fingers as he prepared him. He licked his lips at the sight, attempting to gain back some of the lost moisture to his mouth. Noticing the tell-tale signs of climax, he pulled away from Tsuna and positioned himself against Tsuna's previously stretched entrance. Tsuna felt his eyes widen but before he could protest, Xanxus was ravaging his mouth again. In one solid thrust, Xanxus eased himself into Tsuna, grunting at how tight he was. He felt as if he was pulled into the younger boy—something that would have amused him if he weren't so focused on feeling right now.

Tsuna arched against Xanxus, his nails digging into his back and leaving angry red marks in its wake.

It was too much, each thrust, each scratch, each action… it was tore through them, searing into their memory. It was everything but at the same time, it was nothing. Even as they climaxed, reaching that point of no return, the two of them knew that this wasn't the last time they'd have sex… but it was the first… and it meant everything to both of them.

Tsuna was laying on Xanxus's back, their legs intertwined and arms crossed over his shoulders. He was still coming off of Cloud Nine from their mind-blowing… session and it left his body thrumming with endorphins. Tsuna smiled, tilting his head slightly and making a sound of content. "What are you humming about?" Xanxus asked, moving so he could look back at the little Don.

"Nothing." Tsuna said, an innocent grin on his lips. "Just happy."

"Happy." Xanxus stated. "Why?"

"Secrets are endearing to have, Xanxus." Tsuna teased. "I won't tell you," He moved so that their lips were only a centimeter apart. "Unless you pay up." Xanxus rolled and Tsuna found himself underneath the taller assassin again, their lips connected and tongues wrestling. Tsuna chuckled against his lips, amber eyes dancing with mischief.

"You're a cheat," Xanxus said huskily, pulling away. "But we should probably come into contact with HQ again."

Tsuna huffed and sighed. "They were tracking the laptop." Tsuna finally said. "Or at least, she was. The minute I turn it on, we're caught. We need a different way to get in contact with them."

"Yeah well I get the feeling our little stunt with Zarkov's men in the back-alleys is going to notify him all the same too." Xanxus sighed. "It looks like either way, we're up shit creek without a paddle."

"Not necessarily." Tsuna mused. "We can still get to the train station if we hotwire a car or jump on one of the subways."

"True." Xanxus offered. "When do you want to leave?"

Tsuna curled closer to Xanxus. "Let's stay for a bit longer.

The silence in the air was thick with tension and for the longest time, no one spoke. The only sound was the constant beep of a dead call.

"How fast can you be prepped for flight?" Hayato asked, looking up at Squalo with emotionless eyes. "It's time we stopped playing puppeteer and started getting involved personally. This means taking Zarkov's men down one by one if required but no matter how infamous he is, his organization is still large and we can't fight alone."

"What about what Tsuna asked us to do?" Takeshi asked.

"We'll get half of it done on the way there. I'll do my half right now but I want that flight yesterday, caspisce?"

"I'll get right on it." Bel said, standing up. It didn't take a genius to know what was going to happen now.

Shit was going to hit the fan.

Tsuzukeru.

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