Author's Notes:

Hello, viewers of FF. net I came up with the idea while on vacation at Cedar Point in Ohio and wrote it at about two o'clock in morning on my cell phone (Yes, on Memo)... I hope everyone enjoys my story. If your going to flame, please make it relevant, as I've made every effort to warn everyone about the content of my fan fics.

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Tsuna was sitting on the sofa in the living room, reading a magazine while Yoru and Yuuri play outside on the jungle-gym with their cousin Kazuya. He had set dinner to simmer in the kitchen not too long ago so he would be worrying about that for a while. Tsuna would occasionally look out through French doors that open to the patio and finally, the backyard to check up on his sons and nephew. His older brother Dino wanted to take Kyouya out for dinner that night, and maybe try to get him to loosen up before Dino leaves for his business meeting in Italy. Tsuna volunteered to watch his nephew. This way they had a night to themselves to have a little 'fun'.

After all, Dino had always found time to watch the twins for Tsuna when Mukuro decided to steal him away for a night or two.

Mukuro…

Tsuna's eyes narrowed in aggravation. He threw the flimsy book back on the oval, cherry-wood coffee table, pinching the bridge of his nose as if to ease a headache… It was actually to keep from letting out the tears of frustration that threatened to fall.

Mukuro…

If given the chance to avoid that fateful meeting with the prick now, Tsuna would've evaded that man like the plague. The reason for Tsuna's resolve: he's married to Mukuro and has been for the past seven years.

Now, Rokudo Mukuro isn't the worst husband in the world. On the contrary, he is quite the catch as far as breadwinners are concerned.

Mukuro is the proud owner of his own small law firm that worked on big cases that were meant to be kept out of the press. Although Mukuro firm wasn't large, it was VERY successful and allowed his family a very comfortable living. Bills are always paid in advance. His wife and twin boys live under a wonderful and spacious roof that is paid for in full, in an ideal area. He has never missed an anniversary, Christmas, Easter Party, or a single birthday - be it his wife's, his son's, his in-law's, or otherwise. Mukuro took time aside to spend quality time with his sons, who loved him very much. There was always more than enough food in the pantries; more than enough books, toys and games to keep them occupied and entertained. If his family wanted or needed it, he made sure they got it.

In short, he was seemingly the perfect husband, "seemingly" being the key word. You see, Mukuro has a bit of a problem - a habit, if you will.

No, he isn't abusive in any way (although he wasn't above mind-fucking). He doesn't suffer from alcoholism, nor does he partake in any acts of substance abuse. The man doesn't really have a taste for gambling either, or for anything else that would otherwise take from the mouths of his beloved boys. Mukuro wasn't involved in any illegal acts either or at least none of which that could be proven in this lifetime with today's technology and the level of training and expertise of to the CIA. They couldn't nail that bastard for a parking ticket.

There is only one thing the man does that irks Tsuna to no end. Rokudo Mukuro cheats.

He cheats.

Cheats.
Cheats.
Cheats.

And he cheats some more.

And to top it all off…the bastard had sex with Tsuna on a regular basis (although Tsuna would argue that the amount of sex the man wanted was a lot more than what should be considered fucking regular). With the same hands he used on his horny sluts, Mukuro had the audacity to touch Tsuna. The very thought disgusted Tsuna to the point that he got tested for STD's at Shamal's Private Clinic every three to six months…Apparently, Mukuro had enough consideration for the younger male to make sure his mistresses were clean.

He is a damn cheater and Tsuna couldn't ever find it in him to confront the man.

Tsuna knew he was fucking around and he couldn't deny it if he tried. He accidentally picked up the phone one bright spring morning five-years-ago, hearing some strange woman's voice thank Mukuro for the 'good time' and could smell the lightest traces of perfume on Mukuro's clothes from time to time. Tsuna knew before the evidence anyway… his instincts never lied, regrettably.

Now, Mukuro never claimed to be a saint…nor has he denied any accusations of being Satan; however, the man wasn't such shameless bastard as to make blatantly obvious that was sleeping around. As a matter of fact, he tried to keep the younger male from discovering his trysts, not that he had to bother anyway.

Their marriage was a sham anyway...

Tsuna knew that when he had chosen to marry Mukuro, it wasn't out of love; however, Tsuna, didn't expect Mukuro to be sleeping around... Well, that was a lie. Tsunayoshi knew that Mukuro's proposal to him hadn't had any more love behind it than Tsuna's consent. The union wasn't based upon the secure foundations of power, fortune or fame, in which Tsuna was well lacking in all departments anyway, either. In fact, his finances, or his lack of there of, was a major factor of their union. Well… that and the glaring fact that Tsuna had been heavily pregnant with Yuuri and Yoru for three and a half months, in which Mukuro was clearly and undeniably the father.

After all, he was the eighteen-year-old's first and only lover, at the estimated time of conception.

Tsuna and he had broken up about a month before Tsuna had figured out that he was pregnant. Tsuna, be it out of hormonal rage or spite, refused to contact him about the matter. Instead, Mukuro found out about the situation through his younger sister, Chrome, who was checking up on the doe-eyed, ex-boyfriend for him. The older man didn't hesitate to rush from Italy to the Namimori. When he arrived in Japan he had only one goal in mind: get Tsuna to marry him.

… Yes, Mukuro asked Tsuna to marry him!

Yeah, Tsuna found a lot of things WRONG with that picture too.

Of course, Tsuna knew that the prick had ulterior motives…he just couldn't figure out what the bastard got out of the union!

The black-haired devil's-advocate had Chrome give him Tsuna's address and phone number, so he could ambush the teenager. Once he secured Tsuna in the front seat of his car, he brought the struggling boy to a café in order to discuss the topic properly and in public so he wouldn't make a scene.

The youngest Sawada immediately said no.

Mukuro insisted that his only intention was to be there as a father for his children and take care of the mother of his children properly. He even went so far as to insist on giving them his (Rokudo Mukuro's) family name... all of the aforementioned reasons Tsuna immediately dismissed on the grounds that Mukuro was a lawyer and therefore a natural bullshit artist. Besides, Tsuna knew quite well that Mukuro couldn't care less about the continuation of his "family name", seeing that he hated everything to do with his family, save for Chrome, who he raised like a daughter.

Tsuna argued that this is why God made child support and supervised visitation.

This of course made the devil mentally cringe. Tsuna knew it, and it felt "so" very good to get under Mukuro's skin for a change.

In an act of calm desperation the logistic bastard subtly hinted at Tsuna's resentment for his own father as a result of Iemitsu's absence in the young boy's life. He also pointed out Tsuna's feelings on the man just waltzing back into his and Nana's life just a year ago, expecting them to be a happy family again. But unlike Nana's situation, Tsuna had a choice in whether or not Mukuro was there.

This invoked fear in Tsuna. He had been pushing back the thought since he discovered the bump under his shirt. He was scared of the thought of the kids growing up without a father. He was scared that the children would grow up hating him for denying them their Daddy…there was even the chance of causing the children to resent their father for his absence when it was actually Tsuna's fault. That thought could actually bring him to tears.

He responded to Mukuro's hinting by throwing two glasses of water and a cup of scolding hot coffee on his expensive suit, before stomping out of the café. Tsuna wouldn't be speaking to Mukuro for the next five days, intent on raising the kids on his own.

After a good twelve hours worth of harassment on Mukuro's part, and three horrible nightmares later, Tsuna called Mukuro at four o' seven in morning, sobbing. Mukuro went to the young brunette's apartment straight away to console the teenager.

That night, Tsuna agreed to marry him… Seven years down the road, Tsuna blamed his saying 'yes' on the delirium induced by sleep deprivation and the dreaded hormones. The marriage was solely for the benefit of their children and nothing more.

He looked over to his left at the sofa table that was stationed next to the stairs that lead to the bedrooms and the family library. On the cherry-figured table, stood a picture of him and Mukuro on there wedding day. They got married on June 27, just a month and a half after Tsuna accepted the proposal. It turned out to be a very beautiful, albeit small, ceremony; most of the attendants were friends and family of Tsuna's. A lot of effort was put into the spur of the moment event, or so everyone thought. It turned out that Mukuro had done some of the planning during the five day period of harassing Tsuna. Apparently, he was certain Tsuna would cave eventually. That smug bastard.

'Oh well, I guess I should just be grateful…' The brunette thought grimly, ripping his line of vision from the picture. 'After all, I'm still just No-Good-Tsuna…'

He cringed at the depressing memory of his childhood nickname. He believed that Mukuro was the best he could hope for. He didn't have his brother Dino's looks and (provisional) competency. And his eldest brother Giotto was blessed with beauty, grace and intelligence, that the youngest could never hope to achieve in a hundred lives.

Instead Tsuna was a gullible, unattractive klutz.

Unlike his brothers, he didn't bare much of a resemblance to their Italian father. His hair and eyes were a plain brown, and his figure was lanky at best - his legs being the worst part. Meanwhile, the terminal cow lick infested mop that he passed for hair stuck out in all different directions, the very definition of unruly and the very bane of his existence. He had grow it out since after giving birth to the twins so the top was still wild; however the bottom grew out straight, reaching to about his mid back, which was tied back into a low ponytail (1). As mentioned before Tsuna was the prime example of a super-klutz. It seemed that no matter what he did, it turned to a complete and utter disaster. It seemed that the only things he could manage to do right was cooking, cleaning (which took a month a practice under the tutelage of his mother) and his "intuition" or whatever it was his brothers called it.

Mukuro, on the other hand, is quite good looking.

The lawyer was an interesting mix of Italian and Japanese-Brazilian(2) descent. His poker straight, raven black hair was usually bound back, save for the back of his head, which was feathery (Kyouya preferred to say pineapple-like) in appearance. He also had long fringes parted in half with a few small locks that fell in the middle, framing his long face, which was well defined as result of his European background. Mukuro's body, like his face, was angular in all the right places; however, his appearance wasn't by any means rough. Instead his Japanese features harmonized with the Italian features, giving him a seamless, elegant appearance, all the while maintaining his masculinity. His skin was even a lighter tone than Tsuna's, further adding to his refined looks.

Every pore on the man was dripping with intelligence, charisma and sex appeal. All these features alone would stop traffic with ease; however, it was Mukuro's eyes that Tsuna first noticed about the man. They were just so… odd. One eye red and while the other indigo; It was like nothing the young brunette had ever seen before.

He had never seen eyes that cold before. Even his ever present smile was laced with unseen cruelty.

There was apparently one thing that Mukuro enjoyed more than sex: the pain and suffering of others.

'Maybe that's why he's the lawyer and I'm the house wife…' The twenty-five-year-old Sawada thought. Tsuna visibly shivered. He was afraid to find out what made a man so vicious... what made him almost inhuman.

But Tsuna thanked god everyday that Mukuro eyes, which were usually hard and fridge, would always soften and warm at the sight of their children. It made Tsuna happy that Mukuro would pick up his boys, put them on his shoulders and play with them. Tsuna loved how the man would tuck Yuuri and Yoru in. Even when he couldn't make it home before the twins fell asleep, Mukuro would kiss his children goodnight, every night. Mukuro would even call Tsuna's cell phone in between the hours of four and five o' clock in the afternoon, just see how the boys were doing and to tell them that he may or may not be working was happy that the man was there for their children's birth and got to hold his boys in his arms on that brisk November afternoon...and that they were raising them together.

Mukuro loved Yuuri and Yoru.

That's all that really mattered to Tsuna, because Tsuna loved the boys too. A smile broke out on the brunette's face.

... He loved them so much it hurt.

"MOMMY! Kazuya's picking on me!" Yoru ran into the living yelling, shaking Tsuna from his stupor .

"Am not!" Kazuya denied, ran in a moment after his younger cousin. Yuuri a few steps behind, deciding he didn't want to be in the middle of the argument .

"Are too!" Yoru yelled back at his cousin. And so begun the children's quarrel of the day…Tsuna got up from his seat and shook his head expectantly.

"Alright, kids, what happened?"

And so began the philosophical debate of "who started it", which immediately filled the room. And boy, was Tsuna thankful for the convenient racket of their bickering over the racket of his troubled mind. He bottled up all the emotions, memories and anguish he was feeling just moments ago stored them away, busying himself on the children.

'Just keep busy and forget about it…' And so Tsuna did.

After all, Mukuro would be home in about an hour.

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Mini Author's Note/ Background Information:

(1) I'm doing my best to describe TYL! Tsuna-kun….

(2) I was doing some research online about the Samba since the dance is part of Mukuro's Character Song "Kufufu no Fu" and found out that it's origins stem from Brazil. Upon reading up on Brazil a bit more I learned that amongst Asian Brazilians (making making Brazil's 4th largest population) most of it's populous is of Japanese descent!

Sweet!

The information was eye opening and I started to form a sort of AU background story for Mukuro based upon the information. I like to try and keep things as close to the original anime as possible, even with AUs so…yeah…Just bare with me folks. I find it kind of funny that I spent more time doing research for writing than do actually writing the piece!