Tsuna raised his head off the bar and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth. Hoping that no one had saw him, he looked around with a faint blush. Thankfully, his friends were all still passed out throughout the room. He hadn't been out long. He could tell from the sun setting outside that only a few hours had passed between the point that he'd started drinking and the current time. Rubbing his cheek where a faint imprint of his watch resided, Tsuna grabbed up his bottle and stumbled out onto the connecting deck so that he wouldn't wake anyone.
The fresh air cleared his head a bit, although he was still feeling pleasantly buzzed from the alcohol still inside him. With a sigh, he stumbled his way over to where his eyes lighted on the perfect place to sit. Passing several porch chairs, he sat on the bare deck with his back leaning against the house and his legs sprawled out before him. It was here that Iemitsu found him a half-hour later, still occasionally sipping on his bottle while he looked out at the harnessed wilderness of the mountain behind the estate.
"What happened to them?" His father asked, chucking a thumb back at the room where his Guardians were still snoozing away.
"We decided to get drunk," Tsuna smiled sadly, taking a sip and looking up at the stars.
"Makes me glad I didn't bring Nana over," Iemitsu said, running a hand through his short blond hair. "I know it's your birthday, but don't you think you went a bit overboard on the celebration?" Tsuna shook his head in response.
"We weren't celebrating," Tsuna replied softly. Iemitsu looked at him curiously when the sadness in his voice became obvious. "Kyoko found someone else while I was gone," he explained.
"That's got to hurt, son," Iemitsu said, restraining himself from pulling the boy that wasn't a boy into a hug for support. His father knew how much he'd always cared for Kyoko and held her in his heart.
"I'm okay, dad," he sighed, tired and finally accepting of his loss. He took a large swig from his bottle, trying to push away the pain that was still trying to crush his heart regardless. "It's my own fault she went to someone else. I assumed too much." He ran a hand through his own hair, clutching a handful for a moment before letting go. "At least, she's happy. I saw that much. Even if it hurts, as long as she's happy then it'll be okay."
Iemitsu would have said something, but the sound of the doorbell being pressed repeatedly stopped him. He patted Tsuna's leg before going to answer it in his stead. Tsuna smiled after a moment. Whoever was at the door was energetic and due to the alcohol, it seemed incredibly funny how the bell kept going off. It wasn't stopping. He could hear half-drunken moans coming from in the entertaining room in response.
He grinned widely. He only knew one person that was that energetic in everything. Sure enough, within seconds he heard a loud "Ha-hi?" as Haru came in contact with the room of drunken Guardians. He smiled in greeting when Iemitsu showed her outside to where Tsuna was drinking and sitting hidden in the shadows of the house. Iemitsu quietly took his leave while Haru joined him in holding the house up.
"I brought you some cake, Tsuna," she said presenting him a box of assorted cakes and goodies. He smiled, feeling ardently pleased at her token. Whether it was because of the light buzz he had or not, Haru's open affection suddenly seemed to be so much more important to him.
"Did you find someone else while I was gone, too?" He found himself asking bitterly as he took another swig.
"Of course not! Haru is going to be a mafia boss' wife!" She was smiling playfully as she said it, but Tsuna didn't think it was something to smile about. The smile left his face as he took another drink, trying to push away the pain her words caused.
"That used to be funny, Haru. A year ago I might have laughed, but do you have any idea what you're saying anymore?"
"Ha-hi?" She asked, hugging her knees. She looked to Tsuna for an explanation.
"Do you really want to be a mafia boss' wife?" He asked bluntly. "Do you have any clue what a mafia boss has to do every day? The type of horrible, horrible things they do? How the hell can you want to be with someone like that?!" He stopped as he realized he'd raised his voice unintentionally. Haru was had a look of fear on her face that Tsuna hadn't meant to cause. He paused while he tried to get his mouth to connect with his brain again.
"Don't be scared of me too, Haru," he begged with a pain-filled look. He thought she understood how much her fear hurt him, because she relaxed and it slowly went out of her eyes.
"Are a lot of people scared of you, Tsuna?" She asked quietly while she laid her head back down on her knees, patiently waiting for his answer.
"No," he lied around another drink. He knew he was getting drunk again, but it hurt too much not to.
"Is that the truth?" She continued.
"No," he said. He stopped and silently cursed himself. Once again his heart had connected with his mouth without going through his brain. He bowed his head after taking another drink.
"Why are they scared of you, Tsuna?"
Tsuna stopped himself before he answered this time. Part of his mind wondered if she knew how drunk he was and was taking advantage of it. He shook his head to himself in wonder. Unlike Kyoko, Haru wasn't as easily lied to. Her energy blew through falsehoods like they were nothing. Where Kyoko would have already dropped the subject carelessly, Haru wasn't letting it go.
"If I told you, you'd never talk to me again," he said finally, unable to meet her gaze. "You'd be too disgusted to even look at me."
A sudden hand on his cheek startled him. He stiffened at the touch, then realized she wasn't trying to hurt him. She wasn't slapping him, she was caressing him. And it was warm. Maybe it was the alcohol, but her hand was incredibly warm to him. He found himself leaning into the touch, wanting to feel the warmth her hand held. It felt nice. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of being touched again. He hadn't felt a touch like hers in so long.
"That's not true," she said quietly while he blissfully nuzzled her hand. "You can tell me anything, Tsuna."
Tsuna opened his eyes in disappointment when she pulled her hand away. He knew he was drunk now. He was willing to tell her anything if she would only touch him again. He sighed. But if he was going to tell her, he needed to make sure she truly understood. He didn't want her to touch him then regret that she had.
Regret was bad.
So he did the only thing his drunken mind could think of. He unbuttoned his shirt. Her flustered blush turned into a gasp of dismay when the his shirt fell open to reveal the countless scars still marring his chest. He grabbed her wrist when she reached to verify that they were real. His mind was screaming to himself that he was an idiot for stopping her instead of letting her touch him. Yet he had to make sure she understood. So, holding her wrist with one hand, he put down his bottle with his other and pointed to the scars.
"You see these," he said after two tries. He waited for her wide-eyed nod before continuing. "I give these to other people," he said simply. He wanted to grit his teeth and cry when she pulled her hand away. He let her go. She had wanted to know the truth. "This is what a mafia boss does, Haru. They hurt people and cause pain to other people in order to protect their own Family." He raised his gloved hands and showed them to her, looking at her with eyes full of anguish. "Can't you see how red these are?" He laughed as he put his hands back down into his lap. It was a short, mocking sound he couldn't help but let out. "And you say you want to be a mafia boss' wife," he finished sadly.
She was silent and her eyes were wide with shock. He looked away in shame. She knew the truth now. He wanted to smack himself. Why had he told her again? There was no way she'd want to touch him now.
He wanted to weep when her hands started wandering over his chest, tracing the scars there.
"Someone hurt you, Tsuna?" She asked quietly. He nodded while watching her hand wander lazily across his chest. "And you've hurt other people like this?" Again he nodded. "And it was to protect people?" He nodded once more, suddenly feeling dizzy from all the head shaking.
"Haru is going to be a mafia boss' wife," she said firmly, making him look up in surprise. "You wouldn't hurt people unless you had to, Tsuna. You're too kind for that," she explained as she wrapped her arms around him and hugged his bare chest.
He almost moaned in pleasure, the sensation of her warmth overwhelming everything else. He was beyond surprise. He was beyond shock. She was more than he'd ever expected. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, and he questioned himself.
Why had he never seen it before? Why had he never seen how special his Haru was? How special special his moon was? He knew why, in a moment of drunken inspiration. He'd been blinded by his sun for all these years. But why had he thought that the sun was better than the moon? The moon was so soothing and comforting. It felt good to have the moon shining on him.
He still had a light, even in the darkness. He just hadn't realized it before now. She was the one that could come into the darkness with him and keep him from straying down the wrong path.
He wasn't alone.
The knowledge made him hold Haru tighter, letting her warmth soak into his chest and warm him. She wiggled when he started to hold her too tightly and he blushed, knowing how possessive he was feeling at the moment. Forcing himself to loosen up, she sighed a bit and laid her head on his shoulder in contentment. They might not have seen each other in a year, but it suddenly felt like they'd been together for a lifetime.
Turning his head slightly toward her, he rubbed his cheek against her head. She smiled in response while her hand began wandering across his chest again. For the first time since he'd gotten them, he was actually grateful for his scars. The simple reason being that Haru seemed to want to trace and touch every one in order to 'make it better'. Since there were so many, Haru's hands kept loosing track of which one she was on and would begin again. To and fro across his exposed chest her fingers wandered, leaving goosebumps and warmth in her wake.
Emboldened by the first ever open appreciation for her touch, she wiggled out of his arms completely. He felt a moment of disappointment, quickly ended when she straddled him. She put her hands on his cheeks and pulled him into a passionate kiss before he could do more than look up. He was already heady with alcohol. Her warmth became heat as she completely overwhelmed him. Her lips felt hotter than the flames of his gloves could ever be. He sat up a bit, wrapping his arms around her in a tight embrace while he returned passion for passion with his lips. Holding the back of her head with one hand to keep her from breaking it off completely, he leaned forward against her. He wanted more. More of her touch. More of her warmth. More of anything she offered him. He hid none of his desires from her.
His desire for more was answered when she licked his lips before wrapping her tongue around his own. He closed his eyes to let the sensation wash over him, encompassing everything in his mind. The feel of her arms wrapped around his neck. The feel of her chest pressed against his own bare one. The feel of her lips against his. The heat from her tongue as it intertwined with his own. He began aching with need when she finally managed to break off the exchange, leaving him breathless and panting.
But still he wanted more. Without hesitating, he kissed along her exposed collarbone. Gasping in surprise when he nibbled the base of her throat before running his tongue up her neck, she dug her nails into his shoulders. This only served to urge him into doing more in hopes that he could make her gasp again. The sound had affected him almost as much as the heat from her body did. She stopped him when he carelessly tried to slip a hand under the back of her shirt.
"Not here," she panted into his ear, making his heart leap at her implications. She jumped out of his lap and yanked him to his feet before he could wrap his mind around it. He continued to try and wrap his mind around it while she led him down a hallway he'd never seen before. Then again, he'd only been in one room of his new house so far, so it wasn't surprising that he didn't recognize it. He shook his head to try and clear it. Whatever. He'd follow her anywhere if it meant she'd touch him again. He wanted her to touch him again so badly.
"Ha-hi!" She said, apparently finding what she wanted. Tsuna didn't care what she was looking for. He yanked back on the hand that was pulling him along, pulling her back into his arms in an instant. After a short exchange, she pulled away again, leading him beyond a door with a small fish emblem on it. After a moment, he realized it was his own room. He reached for the control panel he knew his father had probably installed on the door, flipping the switch to turn off the surveillance. He didn't know who the security crew was, but he doubted this would be a good way to say hello.
He smiled to himself and put his arms back around Haru. She had been looking around his room in amazement but Tsuna quickly pulled her attention back to him. Like a falcon, he swooped down and locked her in another passionate kiss. Pressing her tight against him, he tried to let her know exactly how much he was aching for her touch in return. Apparently she understood since she helped him shrug off the shirt that was barely hanging onto his body and let her hands wander across his bare back. Still he wasn't satisfied. He wanted more.
But more would have to wait. She squeaked a bit and broke off their kiss when her wandering hand brushed up against the deadly metal holstered in the small of his back. Having been used to wearing his Glock for so long, he'd forgotten it was even there. She looked up at him in confusion while her hands tried to figure out what she was touching. He merely looked at her sadly, trying to decide how to best handle it.
"It's a gun, Haru," he whispered softly after a minute passed and she still didn't seem to recognize what she was touching. She pulled her hand back like it had been burned and looked up at him in surprise and panic. He didn't, however, let her go. "I told you, a mafia boss does bad things, Haru. Even though you think I'm kind, and even though I don't like doing those things, I still have to do it. If I don't, the Family would be in danger." Sighing a bit in heartache, he let her go. There was only confusion in her eyes instead of any speck of understanding.
His mind was clear now due to the fast rate his heart was pumping blood through his body. He couldn't have her if she was only chasing an imaginary person; a fictitious hero that her mind had made him into. She had to accept him as he truly was or else become something other than the moon he had painted her as. Fearing he was going to get his heart broken for the second time in a single day, Tsuna couldn't look at her. He walked over to the side-table next to his bed and unholstered his Glock. Placing it on the table where she could see it clearly, he tried to get her to understand what he'd become.
"I've hurt more people than there are hairs on my head, Haru. All in the name of protecting the people I'm responsible for. I have to follow orders without caring who my target is and I'm rarely allowed to check to see whether or not they'll live after I'm done. I wasn't lying when I said my hands were red, Haru. They're so soaked in blood that even in Hell I'll probably be mistaken for a red-skinned demon. But I can't stop. I've went too far in order to protect the Family. I have to keep going and become stronger, because I am going to be a mafia boss. If I were to fail after becoming the boss because I hesitated or was too weak, then the Family as a whole could be destroyed. Do you know how many people would be destroyed with it if that happened?"
"A lot...?" Haru answered hesitantly. He nodded, still looking only at the black metal beneath where his hand rested.
"You see now why I said you'd never want to look at me again?" He mumbled softly. "I'm not some shining hero that rescues the damsel in distress. I'm the flame-spitting dragon that eats anyone that tries to break into the castle."
"But the damsel isn't distressed because of the dragon," Haru objected suddenly, making Tsuna jerk in surprise. "She likes the dragon because he keeps the witches and bad guys away."
"She does?" Tsuna asked, frozen in shock.
"Of course she does," Haru said quietly, walking over to him. "She was just a little startled when she saw how sharp his teeth were, but it was okay once he promised not to use them on her."
"I would never--!" Tsuna squealed, finally turning to her. Not realizing how close she had gotten, he stopped when she pressed a finger to his lips.
"So now that the damsel knows the dragon only hurts others in order to protect the castle and would never harm her, the damsel is happy and accepts him. What does the dragon need to be happy in return?" She asked with a small smile. Tsuna's inner flame flared in response to not only at how close she was, but the understanding look in her eyes that accompanied the question.
"Could the dragon turn into a human for a little while so that he could steal a kiss?" Tsuna asked with a hopeful smile.
"I think that can be arranged," Haru replied with a chuckle, wrapping her arms around him once again. Leaning down, Tsuna kissed her in joy and passion before holding her against his pounding chest. She accepted him. She accepted him! Even though he hadn't been detailed for her sake, he couldn't have made it any clearer that he wasn't a saint. Yet she still accepted him!
Never in his life had he been so happy. This type of acceptance was something that Kyoko could never have given him. This feeling was something he'd never dreamed possible. He wanted to hug her and hold her and never let her go. In return for the simple gift she'd given him by accepting him despite his flaws, he would do anything for her. If this wasn't love, he didn't know what was.
"You're amazing and wonderful and--" He told her, ending his sentence by placing his hand behind her head and pulling her into yet another kiss. He tried to put all the words he didn't say into the embrace, silently telling her how much she meant to him. He moaned low in the back of his throat when her hands dug into his back again and his own feelings were reflected back toward him effortlessly. It left him momentarily feeling lightheaded like he was drunk again. Giving into the sensation, he closed his eyes and let his desire run free.
Knocking her hair loose, his hand quickly became entangled in her dark waves. His other hand wandered up and down her spine, making her gasp in pleasure around his lips. Every time the sound escaped her mouth, Tsuna would lick and nibble on her bottom lip to better hear it. As if they'd never stopped to talk, their passion escalated quickly to the point that they were kissing and touching each other like long-time lovers. Any hesitancy Tsuna might have had was dispelled completely by the way Haru fearlessly returned his caresses and slipped off her shirt. His gloves and her bra quickly followed suit in being tossed aside.
When her skirt fell down to her ankles, leaving her wearing only a petite pair of lace panties, that signaled the end of Tsuna's self-control. Before Haru could even squeak, he tossed her onto his bed and pinned her down with a kiss. He moaned in pleasure when the parts of him aching most rubbed against her through his pants. He wanted her. He wanted her more than he'd ever wanted anything, but he forced himself to calm down. This being the farthest he'd ever been with a woman, he wanted to remember every moment of it. He wanted to explore her and touch her and be touched in return.
Hoping that she didn't mind the sudden change of pace, Tsuna started again where he had left off. Slowly, so as to savor every lick, suck, kiss, and nibble, Tsuna slowly made his way from her neck down to her exposed breasts. With every caress, she gasped and twitched like it was a new sensation. The very thought made him pause, realizing that she was just as new to this as he was. He almost panicked, suddenly worried about whether he was doing the right things. Her hand suddenly clenching his hair, begging him to continue, made him relax. Whether it was the right thing or not, she was enjoying it and so was he. In the end, that's all that really mattered.
After several minutes of exploring her soft chest with his hands and lips, he learned that she especially enjoyed the way his tongue could caress her hardened nipples. This taught him the difference between Haru's gasp and her moan. While one hand continued to aid him in his exploration there, his other hand traveled down her side and legs. When his hand ran up her inner thigh, he was pleasantly surprised by how easily she opened up for him. Curious, he left off his exploration of her soft chest and tested her other leg. It, too, responded easily to his touch. He looked up at Haru's flushed face with his eyes half-way closed in pleasure at her reactions. She didn't notice considering her eyes had long been closed to better enjoy what he was doing to her.
He sat up and with one hand on either leg, he slowly massaged his way upward. Becoming engrossed with the expression on her face, he barely noticed when he ran out of thigh and started caressing the area between her legs instead. All he really knew was that she seemed more and more pleased when he continued to touch there. But he wanted more. He wanted more of her moans and more of that blessed expression of pleasure on her face. When he realized his fingers were becoming wet through the material still covering her, Tsuna became greedy. He wanted more. She gasped loudly when he pushed her panties aside in order to dip a finger inside her and feel her without hindrance. Even that didn't satisfy him. Even when he had two finger covered in her, he still wanted more.
His throbbing erection would be denied no longer. Realizing it, he fumbled for his belt buckle and stripped his pants off in record speed. He didn't even bother to pull off her panties in one piece. Instead, he popped the seams and pulled it off in pieces, causing her to gasp as his sudden rush. He didn't just want her...he wanted her now. Stopping himself for a single moment, he forced himself to calm back down.
"This is your only chance to tell me to stop," he warned her with a ragged breath. She shook her head, unable to speak. She didn't want him to stop.
Relieved a bit at her continued willingness, Tsuna leaned forward and kissed her. While their lips and tongues met in a passionate embrace, Tsuna took the opportunity to hold her legs open and shift his hips until he was in place. He waited until he had her completely engrossed in the warmth of their lips before slowly thrusting forward.
It was with half-lidded eyes that Tsuna watched Haru throw her head back and cry out. Her nails dug into his back and her back arched while he continued to slowly penetrate her. Being a first, Tsuna could only assume it was from the very pleasure he was experiencing. Her wet warmth surrounded him and aroused him beyond the point he already was. Having not thought it possible, Tsuna single-mindfully continued to drive forward until he had his full length inside her. The moment it was, he let out his own moan of pleasure with a tremble and paused, knowing that a single movement would trigger his need for release. He waited until he thought he could control himself, simultaneously giving Haru a few moments to get used to the feeling of him inside her.
It was torture considering how badly he wanted to give in and yet, at the same time, didn't. He couldn't let it end yet no matter how good it felt. The thought triggered something inside him that let him regain the upper hand against the needs of his own body. The pounding of his heart took on a familiar pulse and his determination to not give in made him grow momentarily cold. He nearly pulled away from her when he realized what was happening to him. The dark side of him that took over during tense situations, namely during his hitman assignments, was being triggered. Training that had been used daily for over a year was hard to overcome despite his efforts to push it to the back of his mind. In a moment of inspiration, however, he thought of a way to work with it instead of against it.
"Rule one," he recited with a wicked smile. "Never loose control."
"Ha-a-hi?" Haru panted. Her eyes snapped open for a moment and met his in confusion. Flames reflected out of his half-open eyes, striking her speechless.
"If you're going to be a mafia boss' wife, Haru, you might as well learn some of the unwritten rules of a hitman's world," he whispered into her ear. "These are the ones for what we call 'Information Gathering'."
"W-What?" She gasped as he shifted inside her.
"Rule two," he continued, ignoring her question. "Never do anything halfway." Pulling back until only his tip remained in her, he began to thrust. Each time, he ensured that he slowly pulled out as far as he could before quickly driving himself into her down to his hilt. Within moments, Haru's gasps of pleasures became soft screams. Slowly increasing the speed of his rhythm, he closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensations of being inside her body. He could feel her wet warmth increasing with every thrust and her hands on his back dug into his skin without mercy. Not that he minded. When her breathing started to hitch and her screams began to sound silently, Tsuna's eyes snapped open. Sensing that she was on the edge, Tsuna did the cruelest thing possible. He pulled out of her completely.
"Rule three," he said calmly while she clawed at him desperately in an attempt to get him to continue what he'd been doing. "Never give the final blow until you have what you want."
"Please!" She panted in open desire.
"Rule Four," he replied softly. "Don't listen to any begging or pleading. Follow the other rules without fail." He ignored her attempts to force him back inside her. He still didn't want it to end yet. There was still more he could give her. There was still more he wanted to do to her. More that Tsuna wanted her to do to him in return. He couldn't stop himself now. Having taken this route, he had to follow through or his body would never find release.
While waiting for her body to calm down some, he ensured that he didn't stimulate her in any way that would push her over the edge. When she started to react to the small butterfly kisses he'd been placing across her stomach and sides, he leaned forward again. There was a hesitant look in Haru's eyes. She had no clue what to expect anymore.
"Rule Five," he warned her. "Bring them to the breaking point repeatedly to ensure quality."
"T-Tsuna...?" Haru said with wide eyes and a quivering lip.
"Don't worry," he assured her after a passionate kiss. "I won't break you," he whispered, almost to himself. He began to kiss and caress her again, warning her of his intentions. Her still unsatisfied body responded quickly and before long he was delving deep into her once again. Over and over again he brought her to the peak without letting her go over. More and more he came to want her screams of pleasure rather than his own release. And while there was always a moment of disappointment when he pulled away, the moment he closed back in on her made it worth it for both of them. Especially when he found new ways to arouse and please her.
That all changed, however, when she let out an incredible scream a moment before he had planned to pull out again. He screamed with her from the combined force of her sinking her nails into his back and her teeth into his chest. She did not want him to stop this time. Seeing her ferocious side, Tsuna decided he didn't want to stop either. Not because he was scared of her, but because he believed she truly was at her limit. There would be nothing else she could give or take after this.
The moment he realized it, the cold chill left his body and hours worth of stimulation hit him at once. His own breathing began to hitch. He tilted his head back and moaned when wave after wave of pleasure hit him in a delayed reaction, increasing the size of his inner flare with each strike. Haru was already screaming in her own long-awaited orgasm while he continued to thrust deeply inside of her at an incredibly fast rhythm. He could barely hear the pounding of his hips against her flesh over her screams.
Paying attention to none of it, Tsuna tried to suppress the rapidly increasing force of his inner flame while the waves of pleasure continued to overwhelm him. Never...never in his life had he felt such intensity. Then his flame broke free at the same moment he reached his own limit. His head tilted back with a silent scream and his body trembled with the force of his release. He could barely manage a few more erratic thrusts while he filled Haru until she was overflowing from their combined climax.
The moment he was done, the flame on his head fizzled out so that it was back below the surface and he collapsed. He barely managed to control his fall and tumble to Haru's side to prevent from squashing her. He hoped that she hadn't seen the burst of flame on his head. That hadn't been something he'd expected in a million years. He knew his flame was affected by his emotions at times, but it had never been to such a degree before. He'd have to be more careful next time in keeping it under control. Then again, he mused in contentment, it really had been to die for.
Using his last bit of energy, Tsuna pulled the covers up around them. Once both of them were warmly snuggled under the blankets, he noticed that Haru had already given in and was sound asleep. With a smile, he pulled her against his chest and gave her a kiss before willingly giving in to his own craving for slumber.
It had been a long time since he had fallen asleep to find such good dreams waiting.
Author's note: Yup, another one. Smut-fest is pretty much over after this though. The only reason I added this one in is because I had so many people emailing me and begging me to see it when I had cut it from the original story. It's slightly altered from it's original version, but not that you'd know. If I get any complaints from management, I'll re-cut it back down to the sex-free version.
I did warn in Chapter One that this story involved sexual encounters, however, so I hope that no one flames me for this. M is for Mature, after all. Hence I hope you guys can be since you're reading a Mature-rated fan-fiction.
Anyway, thanks again for all the great reviews! lol