A/N : This is probably long overdue and I'm sorry you had to read so many chapters before this actually happened to here, please enjoy. I'll probably include a hell lot more of explanation on the next chapter. I'm probably going to explain the reason for everything on the next one since there are so many holes in the story Q_Q Please enjoy~
~Sweetness~
Chapter 6 - Take Me Away to Ecstacy
The park. He had to get to the park.
"Tsuna," Yamamoto smiled gently at the boy before him. "What are you doing here?"
He slowly unwrapped the brunette's arms around him so he could see the other's face more clearly.
"My uncle took us out to dinner," he answered.
"Here?"
"Yeah,"
Obviously, here in the district where they were. Why else would they be here? His question sounded dumb, but he was still surprised to see Tsuna sooner than he planned.
"Another friend?" the priest asked behind them.
His friend turned back and nodded.
Damn. The blond speaking up, it just made him notice the two Tsuna came with even more. This was real. Atleast, he didn't have to sneak into the Arcobaleno house anymore, but still... Yamamoto couldn't do it here could he? The mere touch of the smaller boy's arms sent his suppressed desires to explode inside of him. His daydreams about stealing Tsuna – he had the boy in his grasp already.
Yamamoto's eyes shifted between his friend's two escorts. His opponents were right in front of him, and he was outnumbered. Disadvantaged, he studied the two men near the black car like they were bodyguards. If he wanted to take Tsuna now, it was impossible to do it right in front of them.
"Tsuna," he tugged on the smaller boy's arm, "can I talk to you?"
"Hm?" his crush used his cute brown eyes again. The baseball jock held the other's hand tightly and the brunette caught his drift. "Sure," he nodded and turned back to his father and uncle for permission. "Can I?"
"Of course," the priest smiled.
The uncle didn't give such quick and soft reply. The suave arcobaleno eyed the baseball teen suspiciously making the boy actually feel suspicious. When the sharp eyes flashed red, the man quickly tore his eyes away closing them and headed over to his car.
"Make it quick," he got into the sleek Lamborghini.
The two boys bowed their heads lightly in thanks, relieved he actually said yes.
"I'm sorry," Yamamoto turned to his teammates, "It'll just be a second,"
The guys shook their heads like it was no problem.
"Go ahead," the coach waved his hand. "We'll wait."
Nodding in thanks again, Yamamoto pulled Tsuna closer to him as they headed off to a more private place. Taking the lead, he pushed their steps towards the exit of the parking lot and out of the building. As soon as they returned to the streets, the dark haired teen tightened his hold on the other's shoulder and sped up their pace.
…...
"Who was that kid?" the coach watched his student walk out the building.
"That's the guy he hangs with a lot," one of the boys answered. "They're best friends or something, but I always see them together,"
A buzzing came from the kid's pocket and he reached for his phone.
"Hey, I got a text from Yamamoto,"
"Hm?" everyone turned their heads.
Catching all their attention, Iemetsu listened carefully as well as the boy read the message; the kid made a face.
"He says that we can leave with out him,"
The group of jocks got quiet.
"But didn't he need a ride?" the coach shared everyone's confusion. "How is he going to get home? Text him how he's going to get back. I don't want to be responsible if he gets lost,"
The priest somehow got a bad feeling about this. He looked over to Reborn in his car and was about walk over when the suited man was tapping his fingers against the wheel.
One. Two. Three...
"Reborn!" he called out.
The black sports car suddenly lit up and and screeched as it pulled out of the parking space. The priest moved out of the way as the arcobaleno positioned his car and gawked at what the heck was going on.
"Woah!" the kids next to the van stumbled back.
"Watch it!"
He could see the man switch gears behind the tinted windows and he immediately called out again.
"Reborn!" he screamed chasing after the speeding car as it raced out the building.
…...
"I'm glad I got to see you," Tsuna looked up at him. "But why are we heading out of the building?"
Yamamoto didn't say anything as he ignored the vibration near his hip. His coach was probably just asking him why he told them to leave.
"Yamamoto," the other boy called his name again.
He pushed the brunette to go faster as the nervousness in his stomach grew worse. Every step they made just made his palms even sweatier. His lips tightened as he looked ahead – almost there at the next block. Almost there...
A loud screech of tires gliding across the concrete screamed behind them. Damn it! Yamamoto let go of his grip on Tsuna's shoulder and grabbed his hand instead.
"Hurry!" he broke into a sprint.
His friend stumbled behind him confused.
"Yamamoto! Where are we going?!"
He could feel the smaller boy slow down as he looked back at the car chasing after them. Don't stop! He sacrificed holding the brunette's hand and scooped him up instead. They couldn't afford to get caught!
"Yamamoto!" the small boy kicked.
He ignored it and and just kept running as the adrenaline pumped in his veins. They needed to outrun a car. Tsuna eventually stopped fidgeting and naturally wrapped his arms against the athlete's neck so he wouldn't fall.
"Just close your eyes," he managed to breath out. He wanted this to be easier on his crush than he was making it so he wouldn't get scared.
He kept his eyes straight ahead but he could feel the other's head against his chest snuggle a little closer; the simple movement sending a smile on the dark haired teen's face. I'm definitely taking you to sempai's spot!
…...
Reborn twisted the wheel and jerked his car off to the side; a pleased smirk planted on his face. Scooping up Tsuna into his arms, that was definitely a surprise. He skidded to a stop and got out of the car as he watched the dark haired teen run off with the brunette; a soft breath let out silently from him.
Pedestrians in the streets gave him freaked looks from his short speeding stunt, but it was worth it. He stood there leaning with his car door open; his arm resting on top of the roof of the car as he waited for Iemetsu to catch up. A few seconds later, a heavy panting crept up behind him.
"Reborn!" the blond finally arrived. "What were you thinking?"
He let the man catch his breath as he made sure he caught the last glimpse of the kidnapper disappear.
"I can't make it look like I'm soft, now can I?"
The priest raised his brows at his impulsive act for image and Reborn shook his head guessing exactly what Iemetsu was thinking.
"It's not for image," he corrected him. "I just like the scared faces they make,"
The arcobaleno nudged his head signaling for the other to get in. This time, the blond shook his head.
"You know that's Tsuna's best friend – he's come over at the house a lot, right? Your way of testing people is so brutal," he opened the passenger door.
The suited man shrugged. "I like it,"
…...
They've actually been running for a while, but why were they running from his dad and uncle?! He'd been wishing for Yamamoto to let go already but they kept on going. It kinda felt like his friend was stealing him rather than going for a "talk." The way everything was going, Tsuna was starting to suspect this actually wasn't a talk.
There were lots of trees and flower bushes that they ran through, the prickly leaves picking at him making his skin itch as they disappeared from the city and into some more secluded place. Coming by a high wooden fence, the dark haired teen finally let go and led him to a hidden hole behind two pale trees. The boy went through first and then stuck out his hand for the brunette to grab.
"Follow me," he waited for Tsuna to take his hand.
Trusting him, Tsuna went along and locked his fingers with the other teen as he got pulled along.
"Where are we going?" he repeated the same question really wishing it was answered.
They snuck through the dark leafy branches while Tsuna was left pondering when Yamamoto didn't reply. As they got deeper and deeper into what looked like a garden, a light phlox purple flush tinted the surrounding plants. The brunette looked around getting lost in the surrounding as only a small amount of moonlight guided them; it was kind of pretty the way the faint light bounced off the beautiful plants. Not paying attention, he kept on going and bumped into the taller teen who stopped.
"Ack," the brunette stumbled back and the other caught him, rough hands wrapping around his waist.
Tsuna looked up and saw that Yamamoto was breathing hard; a bead of sweat ran down to his neck as a captivating glow of yellow filled the taller teen's eyes. The muscular chest heaved up and down as he took deep breaths trying to regain the oxygen he lost, and the brunette felt himself getting still as they fell into a deep stare.
"Are you okay," he placed his hand on the beating chest, "Yamamoto?"
The dark haired teen suddenly hugged him tightly as if he was going to run away.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to see you,"
Tsuna could smell the musky scent of the other as they pressed against each other. Yamamoto exhaled a deep breath which blew against his ears and the brunette suddenly got himself feeling hot.
"I mean, I wanted to have you by myself. Everyone's been hogging you and I couldn't see you for a week,"
The words just made the brunette heat up even more. There wasn't anyone hogging him! What was his friend saying?! Tsuna turned his head in embarrassment and noticed the sparkling lake illuminated by the blue moon. A warm feeling engulfed his whole body and the thirst he had earlier returned.
"Tsuna," Yamamoto gently pulled back, "do you still have my ring?"
The boy looked at him puzzled. Suddenly, it him.
"Oh, your ring!" Tsuna pushed back a little for some space and dug into his pocket. "Yeah, I do. I found it in my pocket when I was changing, but I don't even know why I have it,"
He presented the silver metal with the blue stone but Yamamoto's face seemed odd.
"What do you mean, you don't know why?"
His words had somehow hurt him. Caught in an awkward predicament, the brunette didn't feel easy telling the truth.
"I don't remember you giving it to me,"
He just cut deeper at the wound as the taller boy scrunched his brows. The ring must've meant something to the other as a pained look filled his friend's expressions.
"But I gave it to you,"
Tsuna's mouth lightly parted not knowing what to say. There was something very important that he was missing in his memories. The yellow eyes looked at him intently and he shook his head.
"You mean, it's mine?" Tsuna tried to smile awkwardly. He cast his eyes down to the blue stone on the palm of his hands.
The other teen didn't answer but kept the hurt look.
"Then t-thank you, Yamamoto!" he quickly slipped on the ring onto his left hand. "I mean, it's nice!"
The baseball jock kept quiet brushing his actions off as just an attempt to make him smile. He looked away empty, his voice laced with disappointment.
"You don't remember what I said to you,"
He tugged on the boy's sleeves. "Yamamoto,"
He wasn't doing this to cover up what important thing he forgot; what important thing that happened. He truly was happy. A regret hit his heart as he started wishing that he actually remembered what occurred between them – the reason why he was able to get the ring.
"I don't know what I did to deserve your ring, but I'm happy,"
Tsuna reached for his friend's arm and wrapped his own around it.
"Because it's yours,"
He looked up to see if his words cut again, but the dark haired teen finally returned to looking at him again. A sweet smile lit up on the brunette's face seeing that the other stopped ignoring him.
"But what I said to you," the other boy was still regretful. Tsuna still didn't know.
"Then can you say them to me again?" he hugged Yamamoto's arm tightly feeling the slim muscles. The baseball player's nice build made him want to run his fingers through the sleeve.
…...
A second time. He had to do it another time.
He planted his feet firmly on the ground and held the brunette's face with his free hand to steady it making sure that Tsuna was looking directly at him. He had no problems confessing a second time if that meant that the other boy would listen.
"I love you, Tsuna,"
The brown haired boy gave him the same surprised look he made the first time when he said the three sacred words next to his name. The heat on Tsuna's face and the warmth radiating out of his small hands against his arm forced him to break the silence. Yamamoto leaned in for a kiss releasing all his passion that still burned alive at its climax.
Every time their lips touched, a sweet intoxicating fragrance penetrated through his senses making him dig deeper into each kiss. Through his hot passion, an unanswered question still nagged at the back of Yamamoto's mind causing him to pull away.
"Do you love me?" he looked at the small boy tangled in his embrace.
Tsuna took the moment to catch his own breath as a lasting blush colored his face. True. They've only been close friends up to now, but surely there was something that was more intimate between them?
"Yeah, I-I do,"
A shock traveled through Yamamoto's mind. He thought he would avert his eyes away, but the brunette looked him straight in the eye; his brown eyes seeing through him. A smile spread across the eager lover's face and he went back in for a gentle kiss.
"Thank you, for loving me back,"
That was the only gentle kiss he was going to give as his passion took the better of him – his kisses turning wild. There was no way he could let the brunette know how long he'd been longing for this. To feel Tsuna trapped in his arms and touching him, it was a sweet coated bliss. He was planning to use his tongue when the smaller boy began to lick his lips instead and he eased back; any more, he would've started biting. An overwhelming heat started to rub against his body as the brunette started to warm up.
"Yamamoto," Tsuna pulled away. "It feels too hot,"
The boy's fingers began to dig into his arm and he had to lightly peel the boy's hands away.
"Sorry," the dark haired teen apologized, "but I have a cut there,"
"A cut?" Tsuna looked at him worried that he might've unknowingly done something wrong. "Did I hurt you?"
The brunette insisted to take a look at the possible damage. Yamamoto didn't want to, but he rolled up his sleeves anyway.
"Here," he showed the bloodied bandage.
It was a wrong move as a crease furrowed on the boy's forehead.
"It looks bad,"
"It's not as bad as you think it is,"
Tsuna wouldn't stop looking. "Can I look at it?"
The taller teen raised his brows – but he was already looking at it. The brunette picked at the tape holding the wrapping together and he just couldn't say no. Yamamoto peeled off the tape and undid the bandages revealing the exposed red, raw flesh.
"How did you get cut?!" the alarm in the small boy's voice got higher as he saw the depth of the wound.
Someone's claws, the boy remembered the fight he had with Daemon. But if Tsuna didn't remember his first confession, then maybe he didn't remember the fight with the blue haired beast either.
"An accident in the kitchen," he lied not wanting to make the brunette relive the nightmare, "I accidentally cut myself with a knife,"
The smaller teen softly traced his fingers along the line of the cut tickling the open scar.
"It's nothing," he tried to make the issue light.
Tsuna wouldn't let go of his focus as blood started to seep out again. Carrying his crush all those miles wasn't the best of his ideas, and it took a toll on his body reopening the wound. Without an oath ring, Yamamoto couldn't heal as fast as he possibly could. All of his abilities were locked in the silver metal now on Tsuna's left hand and he was now parred with a normal human's capabilities.
The brunette placed his lips against Yamamoto's forearm where the cut began sending a tingling up to Yamamoto's brain.
"Tsuna!" he tried to pull away, but the boy held onto his arm tight.
With both hands, he made the dark haired teen keep still as he licked the oozing red liquid away. The brunette slowly made his way up to Yamamoto's elbow where the cut ended making sure that he sucked every place dry. A sweet sensation filled him as he watched the small boy drain him, his senses weakening from the wicked touch and exotic scent being emanated into the air.
It was the same sweet scent he missed that marked the brunette. His bleeding stopped, and Tsuna pushed his arm away.
"It's too hot," the boy began breathing heavy.
Yamamoto cupped his hands against Tsuna's face so he could see his expressions clearly and found the boy sweating. When he opened his eyes, the chocolate brown irises were swallowed by a honey coated glow similar to that of Giotto's. Through his hands, he could feel that the brunette's body temperature sky rocketed above normal temperatures and into boiling. Tsuna rubbed his cheeks against Yamamoto's hands with a messy look, his face worn.
"Tsuna!" a warning sounded inside the taller teen's head.
Looking so alive just seconds ago, the smaller boy started to droop into a sleep like state as his temperature burned even hotter. The impassioned lover wrapped his arms tightly around the near fainting boy to keep him from falling as he looked around trying to find something that'll help him. With just one turn, the broad clear waters of the lake beside them opened its body to them.
Quickly thinking, Yamamoto stripped of his shirt and unbuttoned the dark dress shirt of the other. He threw their clothes aside and with Tsuna held firmly in his arms, they jumped into the lake.
He closed his eyes as the stream of cold water jetted past his face. As soon as they stopped sinking deeper into the water, the athletic teen opened them to a dark abyss of darkness just below. He flipped his body around and found the dim rays of moonlight just above and swam towards it. Trying to go up, something tugged him back down. A sharp object had snagged the hem of the brunette's pants and he cursed silently in his head. Running out of air, the teen quickly undid the the boy's belt and slipped his pants off. As soon as it was out of the way, he made for the surface.
Breaking into open air again, he gasped for something to fill his lungs, relieved to breath again. He shook off the water dripping from his hair obscuring his view and looked to the boy he carried in his arms. He wiped of the brown strands clinging against the other's face.
"Tsuna," he shook his body trying to wake him. "Tsuna!
…...
Asari walked around the veranda of his house thinking. It was kinda late, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. As he made a turn, something shuffled behind the tree and he caught a glimpse of a leg. Someone was trying to kill him again.
Ignoring the intruder, he headed back into his room as he kept a guest waiting. The person inside the house called for his more immediate attention more than a weak, thirsty young blood that didn't know what he was doing.
He slid the door open to his bedroom and found his red headed friend.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," he went in and sat down.
G looked away tired. His eyes sharpened at his guest's attitude but calmed seeing that this was the reason he invited the other for. Asari was getting mad too, and it seemed like the reason they were both upset needed to be cleared or else the hostile attitude would keep up. He especially made sure that they talked into his room for this rather than the usual guest-receiving room he would have rather otherwise usually invite him over, but the matter at hand was private.
"What did you call me here for?" the red head got to the point.
It was obvious the stubborn teen didn't want to talk.
"It seems like something is bothering you. Care to talk about it?"
"No," came the gruff answer.
"It really troubles me when your holding something back, G. Especially when you've been giving Yamamoto looks for the past week whenever you see him,"
"I don't have a problem as long as he keeps to himself,"
There it was – the attitude that irked him.
"What is it exactly that you want to keep him from doing?"
A troubled frown settled on the the red head's face as he refused to answer.
"G," he urged the other to talk.
"Tsuna needs to be with a pure blood. Yamamoto can't protect him when he's just a kid. He has no power,"
"Power?" the Japanese raised his brow, "power from what?"
A gruff look now molded into the other teen's face; his lips tweaked tight from not wanting to answer. For him, he was forcing every word out just to answer Asari's questions.
"G," he nudged him again.
The pure blood gave him a longing stare and he finally broke.
"To keep him from getting hurt!" there was a pain in his friend's eyes that stretched back to three years ago.
The dark haired teen drew back finally getting it. He was comparing Tsuna's situation to what happened to him with Daemon back in middle school! What was he thinking?! Did he really think the same incident was going to repeat with Tsuna? He shook his head.
"G," Asari reached out his hand. The troubled red head only pushed it away.
"You know that I love you right? And that I'm safe?"
The other boy refused to look at the comforting royal heir to the Asian family; his wavering eyes locked at the moon outside through he open door.
"Because of you, I'm safe,"
"No," G shook his head. "Because of Giotto, you are safe. Drinking your blood, he performed the ritual so the scent you gave off disappeared. Stray vampires don't come to your bedroom anymore. You have been 'accepted' by the other families because of Giotto,"
What was this nonsense?! Asari leaned himself close to the red head surprising him so that he fell on his back. Quickly grabbing for anything that might stop him, G reach for the dark haired teen's shoulder and dragged him down with him. A loud thud hit the red head's back as he met the tatami floors and he found himself trapped underneath the pureblood.
"Don't you like the way I smell anymore?"
Underneath a shameful desire, Asari wished that he still smelled like the addicting blueberries. G closed his eyes tilting his head back.
"Get off," he patted the teen's chest hovering over him to stop.
Still, he didn't budge. "Giotto wasn't there when I was attacked,"
"Neither was I," G retorted.
The pureblood looked at him hurt.
"I didn't help you, Asari. I was too late,"
That was it. He didn't want to hear anymore. None of this wallowing and regret were good for anything. The dark haired teen pulled himself away and stood up heading out of his bedroom.
"Asari," G sighed as he watched the boy leave.
The pureblood ignored him as he shuffled out the house.
"Asari!" the red head stumbled to get up and follow the other outside.
Something ticked the usually calm teen off, and the one who caused him to be so didn't even know it. He kept calling the pureblood's name but he wouldn't turn back to answer. They were a good distance away from the palace like house with the confused teen still following the other, when G saw something move up above them. The streets were dim and minimal light showed, but something was hiding up at the branches. When Asari reached the suspicious trees, a dark flash jumped out of the leaves heading down to the unbeknownst vampire.
"Watch out!" G yelled as he rushed to push Asari aside.
The dark haired teen stumbled back as he saw a sickly pale young blood get beaten by the worry wart of the student committee. A red fiery blaze set in his friend's eyes as he killed the young blood with a heavy blow to the chest. Worried that he'd get too worked up, Asari gently stopped the red head's bloody fists and calmed him down. The pureblood's hand twitched and a gentle blue fire lit up in his hands as he set the attacker on fire; light blue ashes fluttered into the air.
The scars on G's face began to act up again as anger stirred restlessly in his bloody fists, his fingers digging deep into his palms as he tried hard to refrain himself.
"What was that?" he gritted his teeth.
"I always have attackers every night," Asari made sure to study his friend's face as he came to a realization.
The people who came after him didn't stop just because his scent was gone; he was still a tasty royal blood – his blood still being one of the purest after all.
Facts of reality he didn't know washed over the red head. "I didn't know..." he unclenched his fists.
Asari looked away guilty that he actually planned for the young intruder to attack while G was watching.
"Because you stopped protecting me, you didn't know,"
…...
Every pure blood needed an Alaude, that's what he had thought, but he stopped even trying to be a person of importance. He thought that if he'd just stay by Asari's side, it'd be okay, but he wasn't even protecting him – only hurting him. Where had his prospects gone?
"I didn't know," guilt started to warm over him.
He didn't continue as he knew that the simple "I'm sorry," wouldn't suffice.
"Alaude isn't a pure blood, but Giotto seems to be just fine with that," Asari let his gaze wander to the floating blue ash, the little specks imitating fireflies with its unnatural glow.
The two kept still as G watched the pureblood daze off. It was a fact that he wasn't capable enough to completely protect Asari from every danger. Alaude could very well be a pure blood with the amount of crazy strength that the blond possessed. The red head thought that he could compare with the aloof blue eyed teen, but Daemon very well proved that he couldn't. He was still an ignorant kid when he had thought that. How could he let himself believe that he could ever be good enough when control slipped out of his hands those three years ago?!
A scrunch crumpled the dark haired teen's face.
"Can you stop thinking that way?" Asari almost begged. "If I let some pureblood take your place, do you think I would be happy? Would you be satisfied?"
A prick of shock pushed the red head back remembering that the other could read his mind. When G didn't answer, the dark haired teen turned his head, his sharp eyes looking at him longingly. G's body couldn't move; the pureblood tore his eyes away closing them and ran up to him.
"For once, can't you have enough confidence to let yourself stand by my side?!"
Arms wrapped around the scarred teen's neck, and he just couldn't believe it. He could feel the handsome boy's breath as he dug his face close to his ears so he could hear every word properly – Asari wanted him to understand.
"Why can't you guys just let yourself believe that purebloods don't have to be with another pureblood? Don't you think we should be able to choose who we decide to love?"
G couldn't read the other's thoughts but for the first time, he was finally able to see other what the other felt through their tight embrace.
"G, I love you,"
Were those words too much for him to bear? Love...
The red head found that he was able to lift his arms – he could do something with them; they weren't useless. He wrapped the long appendages around the pureblood relieved that they could serve a purpose. The slim back, he felt the seductive body as he ran his hand up and down against the other trying to give assurance.
I get it, Asari. I get it.
He was just sorry it took so long.
Asari suddenly took G by the hand.
"Where are we going?!" the red head suddenly found himself being dragged by the other.
The smooth handsome face of his lover turned back with a new shinning brilliance – determination matted in the dark eyes. "There's somebody else that needs to understand what you just learned,"
The recently graduated student of love was still confused. Who?
…...
There was a knock on Alaude's door.
"Alaude-sama, some people are here to see you,"
He dropped his book on the desk annoyed at the interruption. "Let them in,"
The oak door opened and two well known faces appeared behind the maid – one he didn't feel like seeing since he was the only one that got to talk to Giotto; the other, he just didn't want to see. He didn't want to see anyone at all right now. The Japanese pureblood and the scarred red head entered his study looking around at his more than impressive collection of books in his private room.
"What is it?" he looked coldly at the two; he didn't like visitors – especially uninvited ones.
"Alaude," Asari was the one to speak, "I need to talk to you,"
"I have nothing to discuss with you,"
"It's about Giotto,"
He jerked his head; his frosty blue eyes piercing at the dark haired teen for mentioning the name.
"You need to talk to him," the boy didn't waver.
The platinum blond looked back down at his book. "He had nothing to say to me,"
"But you do, don't you?"
Asari walked up to the front of his desk trying to get more of his attention and it worked. He let out a low warning growl.
"Is that all you came to say?" he darted his eyes at the red head who was standing at the door, "both of you? Because I don't need either of you to tell me anything,"
"Alaude," the pureblood wanted him to stop speaking.
The blond stood up from his seat, irked. "You seem to know a lot, Asari," he darkly eyed the dark haired teen. "With that ability you got from your family line, you can steal any person's secrets yet you never do anything but hide them for your own convenience. You don't let it out until you get to play with other people first,"
Like he wanted, a shock of hurt and insult slammed the pureblood's face.
"What are you talking about?" he looked at the love-lost blond.
Alaude was still upset at him. Asari knew who Giotto loved, what the other felt. Why didn't the boy just tell him what he knew about the Vongola heir?!
"Do you still think he loves Tsuna?" Asari looked at him with soft eyes. "Alaude, Giotto loves you,"
Was it pity? A scowl formed on his mouth.
"Leave," the blond's words were final.
"Alaude," it was G's turn to come at him. "Out of everyone, you should be the one who would know the reason best why Giotto hasn't drunk Tsuna's blood."
Alaude couldn't believe it. Did everyone know what happened when he came to visit the Italian?
…...
"Tsuna!" Yamamoto shook the small boy.
After a few moments of worrying, the other finally opened his eyes. A wave of relief washed over the dark haired teen as he relaxed.
"Yamamoto," the brunette still looked tired.
The boy resumed to his hard panting as he fidgeted. Something was making him uncomfortable.
"It's too hot," Tsuna complained again.
Yamamoto still didn't know what to do seeing that his plan failed of diving in the freezing water. To him, the lake was cold as ice. He could feel the other start to burn up again and Tsuna let out an unsettled moan.
"It's hot!" the brunette clung to him tighter.
The boy's slippery hands grabbed at the dark haired teen's neck wishing for him to do something.
"What's wrong, Tsuna?! What's hot?"
Yamamoto at least wanted a hint on how to help him. The fevered boy began mumbling and his words became harder to understand when he dug his head against Yamamoto's shoulder.
"Inside... it hurts inside... please take it out of me..."
The vampire teen couldn't believe his ears. Was Tsuna just... asking him?! He let his yellow eyes linger at the blushing brunette in his arms. From the color of his skin, it looked like they were in a sauna than in an ice cold lake dead in the night half naked.
"Please," his friend dug his fingers across the teen's back.
Trying to be calm but ecstatic, the sound of bone deforming cracked at his gums as his fangs started to grow in. If a pureblood told him to do something, shouldn't he be obliged to do it? He eyed the sweet barren neck exposed to him as Tsuna clung to him hopelessly.
"I love you, Tsuna," he whispered in the other boy's ear as he went in.
The sharp teeth sunk in at the soft flesh, the taste of the metallic liquid and salty skin filling his mouth. The brunette let out a pleasured moan as Yamamoto was taking out most of the heat that overwhelmed his body.
Yamamoto couldn't help it, he wanted to take the whole mess of him. Purebloods were the best tasting out of all of the possible blood mixes out there – the sweetness making him weak against the pleasure. The loud gasps of the pureblood he was sucking breathed loudly in his ear.
"Yamamoto," Tsuna called out his name.
At the sound of the innocent voice, the teen regained to his senses and pulled out. A little messy from inexperience, a thin stream of the dark liquid trickled down at the side of his mouth and to his chin. Holding still at the silence, the dark haired teen noticed that his own heart was pounding.
He brushed his hands against the other's spiky hair feeling the soft locks, and the small boy looked at him. The weary look no longer dragged the pureblood down.
"Are you okay now?" Yamamoto studied him.
Tsuna gave a light smile and nodded. Relieved, the muscular teen kissed him at his lips. From the pink flesh, he went down lower on to the neck where his fangs had just been and licked the deep cuts he just made.
"Are you still burning?" he felt around the smaller boy's skin.
The brunette closed his eyes as the other brushed his lips against him. "A-a little,"
Hoping that they'd resume to the hot passionate intimacy they were doing before they got into the lake, there was a sudden movement behind the bushes that stopped them. The two teens froze holding each other as they snapped their heads. Yamamoto's face tightened in alert.
"What was that?" he pulled the brunette closer to him.
They waited in suspended silence when a little creature came out.
"Eh?" the two let out a sigh of relief. "It's just a hedgehog,"
The little cream colored porcupine shuddered its gray spikes and a sweat drop ran down Tsuna's temple. There were two things stuck at its back.
"It's got our clothes..."
The brunette touched himself feeling naked and found that what was hanging on the creature's spikes was indeed his own shirt. Yamamoto let go of him when the boy suddenly floundered.
"M-my pants! What happened to my pants?!"
He looked to Yamamoto and quickly turned away when he realized that he'd been hugging the muscular teen shirtless.
"T-tell me you've got your pants on!" he blushed refusing to look at Yamamoto.
The dark haired boy gave a laugh. "Tsuna," he teased.
"You better have your pants on,"
Another rustling came behind the little porcupine and a much bigger animal came out; it's malicious intent dangerously high. A choking atmosphere overtook the night air as an angry voice spoke.
"What are you herbivores doing trespassing into my garden?"
The deadly ring of the voice, the two turned their heads again completely losing the romantic feel.
"Hibari!"
The steely grey eyes glared at them showing glimpses of their soon to be deaths if they didn't get out of the water soon.
"Hey, Hibari-san!" Yamamoto gave a smile. "We we're just going for a swim,"
Tsuna couldn't get away from the queasiness in the pit of his stomach and the diminishing patience of the school prefect. "We were just getting out!"
The brunette pulled on Yamamoto's arm as he urged them to get out of the water, but as soon as they reached the dry ground, the steely eyed boy swung at them. A sharp metal tonfa barely missed Yamamoto's face as they stumbled back.
"Sneaking and defiling someone else's private property, I will bite you two to death,"
…...
"He had years of opportunity to take Tsuna's blood," Asari refused to leave the blond's house still trying to convince him to go talk to Giotto.
But what did the years matter?
"You remember our pact?" the pureblood kept the annoying eyes. "We don't take blood unless it's from someone we love. For all the years you have known him, there are only three people he had taken from – two of them were to save people's lives,"
Alaude peeked at the purebloood curiously. For all his efforts in the past of trying to find out who the Italian had fed from, the spiky blond wouldn't tell him.
"Three?" he repeated the number.
Which three? The dark haired teen nodded at the correct amount.
"As part of the ritual to erase the scent that purebloods give off, he exchanged blood with Reborn from the Arcobaleno family. After that, Giotto did the same to me,"
The information about Giotto exchaning blood with Asari was old news but it ticked an old time jealousy. It's like the dark haired teen and the Italian had this "bond" or relationship that they shared just because they came from the three original lines.
"But I wasn't the first one," the pureblood continued. "Reborn wasn't the first one either; Giotto exchanged blood with the both of us during middle school. You were his first,"
G now walked to the dark haired teen's side.
"You took away his first time,"
Alaude slammed his fist against his desk. "I never drank Giotto's blood before,"
He was seething in anger, his yellow brows furrowed deep in anger. What the hell was his the other boy saying? If he ever took the Italian's blood, he'd remember it. His two uninvited guests stood there in hanging silence as Asari gave him a knowing look. Again, the boy knew something he didn't. When Alaude was going to tell them off again, a high pitched scream traveled in the air.
All three looked outside through the window.
"What was that?" G headed towards the glass panes.
There was a disturbance somewhere behind the thick trees outside the garden. When the red head opened the windows, an overly strong sweet scent sent them scrunching their faces – it was a pureblood. Such noticeable fragrance was their way of signaling that someone was feeding on them.
"What is it?" the Japanese heir looked at them confused.
Before anyone could answer, Alaude got up from his desk and rushed past his two visitors and jumped out of the window.
"Alaude!" Asari called after him. "What is it?!" he turned back to G.
The red head grabbed his hand and led him out the window following after the hasty blue eyed teen.
"It's Tsuna,"
…...
Holy cow! Hibari was hunting them like an angered minotaur. Not knowing their way through the maze-like forest he called a garden, the two streaking teens ran after the hedgehog who still had their clothes. Free from the hot spell and finally feeling the cold wind, a chilling breeze passed between his legs as the brunette ran in his soaked boxers and bare feet. The dark haired teen pulled him to go faster, holding his hand.
"Stop running!" Tsuna called after the quick little critter.
For the length of it's legs, it covered a great amount of distance in such an awe striking speed.
"Look out!" Yamamoto pushed the half naked boy aside.
A silver metal came slicing between them seconds after they let go of each other. Tsuna hit the ground and rolled down a steep hill losing sight of the taller boy. Smalls rocks pelted him as he stopped and hit the bumpy ground.
"Urgh," he groaned as he tried to sit himself up as fast as possible.
He brushed off the dirt but they clung to his wet skin. When he tried to clean his back, a sharp needle poked his hand.
"Ow!" he quickly stood up.
His eyes widened as he saw the mischievous porcupine looking up at him.
"There you are!" he grabbed his collared shirt from the back of the little animal and put it on.
At least now, he had something to cover him. Happy that it was dry, he buttoned down the shirt to reveal less skin, but the whereabouts of his pants were still unknown. Tsuna bent down and picked up the hedgehog and plucked out Yamamoto's shirt. How did their shirts even get stuck on the the little guy anyway?!
The brunette gently dropped the small animal back down and quickly headed back up the hill he came from. He had to get back to Yamamoto! For all he knew, he might have gotten killed by that angry prefect. As he got back up, the hedgehog was following him. The boy tried to ignore it but as he kept walking on forward, it still followed closely behind him.
"Uhm...," he stopped, "Are you Hibari-san's pet?"
It looked up at him with small beady eyes as it let out a squeak.
"You are?"
It let out another squeak shuddering its spikes as it pointed its head behind him. Tsuna tilted his head wondering what it was trying to say when noises that sounded like footsteps began to get closer. The brunette quickly looked for a place to hide and went behind a tree. Hoping for quiet, the porcupine ran after him and started making noises to where he hid.
"Quiet!" he scolded the creature.
Too late. The footsteps were about to disappear but shifted its direction and started heading towards him again. Crap! Tsuna dissed his hiding spot and headed somewhere else. As he ran away, Hibari's pet kept trailing him and his eyes grew wide.
"Stop following me!"
He ducked down when he found a nice tall bush and crouched down. The pesky critter walked over close to him and huddled next to his feet.
"Go away," he tried to shoo it with his hand.
He would've kept trying to make it leave when he saw something between the leaves of the bush he hid under. Turning his attention, Tsuna cleared a small hole where he could peep and saw the half naked body of Yamamoto running his way. He was about to call out when right by his ear, a different person passed by.
The unsuspected rush of wind sent him frozen as his eyes watched the sharp eyed prefect go by him. His voice held stuck at his throat as both guys he saw vanished towards the same direction.
A little squeak tugged Tsuna back into his senses again. The porcupine rubbed at his leg prickling his naked thigh.
"Agh!" he hissed getting up.
Even though it was trying to act cute, it still hurt. Rubbing his leg to ease the pain, the brunette looked around to see any signs of his muscular accomplice. Walking in the direction he saw the boy go, he softly called out the other's name.
"Yamamoto," he made sure to keep his voice low. "Yamamoto,"
There were random shuffling in the trees that made him jump as he wandered the garden. As he made through a bridge where a gentle stream ran under, he spotted a shadow not to far ahead. The dark outline had the same jagged cut that resembled Yamamoto's haircut. The build was about the same, and he perked up with joy thinking that he finally found the other.
He made sure to keep unnoticed as he silenced his lips and softened his steps as he ran over.
"Yamamoto," he whispered as he got in the back of the person he saw.
There was a hurried shuffling nearby and Tsuna turned to see that something was coming at him.
"Watch out," the person next to him grabbed him and moved him aside.
A sharp wind blew by him as he and the person holding him stumbled into an open spot under the moonlight.
"Thanks," he straightened up and looked at the guy behind him.
"No problem," a familiar face smiled at him. "It was just a bird,"
He drew back surprised and pulled his arm away from the older boy.
"Asari-sempai!"
Tsuna saw the elegant features being highlighted under the soft illumination of the moonlight.
"You thought I was Yamamoto?" his sempai raised a brow.
The brunette grew embarrassed at his mistake and apologized.
"It's alright," the boy gave a calming presence, "people say we look alike."
"Tsuna!" a different voice came from the bushes.
The two turned to see who it was and the boy he was looking for came out of the bushes.
"Yamamoto!"
The dark haired teen ran up to the small boy and hugged him.
"Are you okay?" he looked the brunette up and down.
"Mhm," Tsuna nodded.
Even at the sweet reunion, the two younger teens could feel the questioning eyes of their sempai as he watched their intimacy.
"Asari-sempai," Yamamoto turned to the older boy.
The dark haired teen just looked at his under classmen as they both stood half naked and soaking wet.
"Tsuna, why don't you have pants?" the pureblood looked down.
The boy self-consciously shot his hand down to cover his privates. He stuttered trying to answer, but he didn't even know why himself. Asari looked over to the shirtless teen next to the brunette and decided not to ask.
"Asari!" a familiar voice called out.
Easing the awkwardness, another person came out from the darkness and a certain red head emerged.
"Did you find them?" the burns on his other sempai's face told them who it was.
"Yeah, I found them," the Japanese pureblood turned to G.
The red head turned to the two boys and his drew his face back. Oh, gosh... Tsuna turned away flushing. Why were his upperclassmen here seeing him with just his boxers?! The cloth of his undergarments were still drenched and clung to every curve of his lower half showing everything. G shook his head – he wasn't even going to ask.
Were more of his upperclassmen coming?! Rustling behind them, another dark figure was coming out of the bushes. Now, Tsuna didn't even know whether to use his hands to cover his face, or his legs. Out of the darkness and into the dim light came out the teen who was chasing after them – Hibari Kyoya with his deadly tonfas.
The prefect wore a scowl as he saw the two upperclassmen with his targets.
"What are you all doing here? All four of you trespassing in my garden, that's interesting. I'll take you all on," he swished his weapons challenging the two new combatants without a blink of an eye.
"We're not here to fight," G spoke up.
Hibari wasn't about to budge when he saw something behind all four of them.
"Hmph," he let out a breath.