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Frangasm Varia won't be introduced until later (when college starts. or when Tsuna conveniently bumps into them in the dorms). No 182769, have some instead. AngelDono Yup. I love skating, it's so fun ;D Whoa lol. "Tsuna is like rice, he goes well with just about everything" LOL. YuujouKami Gotcha, and I've been trying to fit in RL. It's hard to do so in an all27/1827 fic ;A; Thanks :) lovepikachu12 Of course. He knows everything ;) Takara yume Ikr, but use the bold sub captions on top to see where you are 8D Of course not, it's an 1827 fic ;w; but I'm planning on some fluffiness on their part. I'm planning to pair him up with-/shuts up. ChiKazex Thanks yo. I laughed when I was typing it. 8D
Glossary:
Yakyu-baka: baseball idiot/fanatic/freak/etc.
hakuun no hotori: a type of Japanese pastry that can be filled with fruit/served with fruit/etc, but is only available during the summer
A part of this chapter is based off of a German card game called Foltern, or Torture in English. The original way to play it is much more painful, trust me (especially if you lose two times in a row).
Alaude/Giotto: 6
Daemon/Giotto: 5
G/Giotto: 2
Enjoy!
Tsuna looked absolutely ecstatic when he saw a male uniform in his locker. He slipped on the comfortable outfit. It was a perfect fit (courtesy of Uni). He was on a high until he saw the ominous gleam of silver.
"Hieee!"
"What's wrong, Tsuna?" Yamamoto finished buttoning up his uniform blazer before he went to check on the brunet.
The culprit seemed to be a pair of ice skates. They were beautiful, and color coordinated to go with the uniform as well.
"Oh, I have a pair too! But we should put it on when we get on the ice, so we don't ruin the floor," Yamamoto said thoughtfully.
Tsuna trembled. "T-Those are knives on shoes, Yama-kun!"
"You don't know how to skate?" When he saw the miserable look on his friend's face, he quickly added, "Maa, I'll teach you if you want."
"Of course not. I'll teach Dame-Tsuna." The debonair gentleman smirked as his ex-pupil jumped in surprise at his sudden entrance with Lambo by his side. "Besides, you're horrible at explaining."
Yamamoto laughed. "That's true, Reborn!"
"I-I'd rather not learn and just serve t-them on f-feet—" He shut up as Reborn leveled him with an obsidian glare.
"Yare, yare. Maybe I should teach him instead," Lambo offered helpfully. Tsuna shot him a thankful smile. Please let it be Lambo please let it be Lambo please let it be Lambo—
"No."
Tsuna wilted at the immediate rejection as the sable-haired male shot him an apologetic look. I tried, he mouthed.
"Maa, maa, Tsuna! I'm sure Reborn's a good teacher!" Yamamoto said cheerfully.
Tsuna sweatdropped. That's not the point, Yama-kun!
"If you're not on the ice within a minute, I'll kill off your brother." Tsuna hauled ass out of there.
Lambo, bless his soul, helped him with the laces. He was standing up and gripping the edge of a table in 59 seconds. He had a second to spare. Reborn was very strict about punctuality.
The dark-haired male skated elegant figure eights around him. "Ready to learn?"
"Y-Yes."
Reborn abruptly slapped his hands, the attack causing him to lose his grip on the table and dip forward. He instinctively thrust his hands out in front of him to break his fall.
"If you want to succeed in ice skating, don't let anything become your crutch. Though it seems that you already know how to fall." He smirked. "Less for me to teach."
"R-Reborn! You could've told me first!" he whined as he picked himself up. He wobbled a bit, his arms flailing wildly before he fell back down. Reborn snorted.
"Hold your arms out for balance." Tsuna obeyed the command as he stood back up. This time, he teetered to side to side, but he managed to stay upright. Reborn suddenly landed a light chop to the back of the brunet's knees, which made them bend slightly. "Bend your knees a little." When Tsuna began to lean backwards, the male backhanded his head. "Baka. Lean forwards, not backwards."
"O-Ow." Tsuna rubbed the sore spot on the back of his head as he wondered how the hell he had managed to stay up.
"Now, lean on your weak foot and push forward with your strong one..."
Yamamoto POV
I sucked idly on the lollipop Spanner gave me. It was peach flavored today.
"Yare yare, he's going to be dead by the time the cafe opens if Reborn keeps on overdoing it," Lambo commented as the Spartan male delivered another Tsuna another smack on the head.
"But he seems to be getting the hang of it," the blond manager replied. I stare at the curl in his hair for the hell of it. At one point of the day or the other, it was the subject of my curiosity—was it curled, or was it natural? Alas, Spanner never gave anything away (though I imagine the day when my curiosity was piqued enough, I would try to ask Shoichi about it. He would know).
"How many more minutes before we open?" Lambo asked before I interrupted him with a cheer.
"Go Tsuna!" He could skate around without falling down now. I shivered as I saw the sadistic gleam in Reborn's eye—even I could see it, and I was about halfway across the cafe.
"He definitely has something planned," Lambo muttered, almost to himself.
I swear I turned around for one second to agree with Lambo, and when I turned back, the area around Reborn and Tsuna was turned in a makeshift obstacle course. I whistled. That was pretty awesome. Now all we needed was for someone to provide some running commentary in the background.
"SAWADA TAKES AN EXTREME NOSEDIVE OVER A TABLE!"
I laughed as the light-haired boxer fist pumped. "Yo, Ryohei! Aren't you supposed to be at the Primo section?"
"SUP YAMAMOTO! I'M EXTREMELY BORED, SO I CAME HERE!"
Lambo winced at Ryohei's near deafening volume. "Please tone it down a little, onii-san." The boxer paid no heed as he continued to narrate (shout) Tsuna's progress.
When I saw Hibari slip past me to make a direct cut to the locker room, I called out a warning.
"Watch out, Kyouya-senpai!"
He turned around to scowl at me. "Don't use my name so casually." I kept on smiling. Maa, maa, he really needs to lighten up! My smile quickly dropped after I saw Tsuna launch himself off a ramp (it was made form overturned and oddly angled tables) at Reborn's command. He missed his landing spot by a few inches (Reborn looked suspiciously out of place. I think he had something to do with it. He always does).
"No—Kyouya-senpai—you're really in danger! Look behind you!" Tsuna was clearly struggling to make the sharp turn required to veer away from Hibari, but instead, his efforts propelled him forward.
"Hn, so this is another one of your acts." He narrowed his eyes as his frosty stare turned glacial.
I scratched my head sheepishly. Okay, so I have pulled a prank or two on him...but I swear, the schemes were usually 70% Hayato! (But I loved him for it. It disrupted the dullness of the job. In fact, I just love him regardless and—shit. Going too far).
"I promise—" I start, only to be cut off by Tsuna.
"Hieee! Hibari-san! Please move out of the waaaaaaaaay!"
Well...maybe it was a good thing that this happened, I thought as Ryohei and Spanner fought back chuckles (Lambo just looked plain scared).
Hibari POV
The close proximity of the herbivore's voice jerked me into action. I drew out my tonfas and crisscrossed them as I whirled around in a defensive stance.
His left side crashed into me—I actually took a step back from the force. My eyes widened as I felt my tonfa almost torn from grip. My reflexes kicked in. I forcefully yanked back my weapon—not anticipating to come face-to-face with the brunet that was holding tightly on the opposite end. His overly large eyes were widened in fear, and his lips were quivering—why did I even recognize a detail like that?
The sudden motion caused the herbivore to careen forwards, and he crashed back into me. I groaned inwardly. So damn clumsy. Every curve of his body was pressed against mine. In fact, the only place that we weren't practically glued together were our lips, and that was only because of our height difference. It still all added together to an incredibly cliché moment. My only redeeming point was that I didn't let him push me to the ground, so we didn't end up on the floor like in so many of Alaude's horrible French dramas (I found out that being strapped to a chair and forced to watch those pathetic excuses of a film they call dramas as a punishment was almost as effective as getting my tonfas taken away).
I quickly shoved him backwards, only to end up diving to grab his collar because as soon as I let go of him, he started to tumble backwards. I sidestepped his skates carefully. I wanted to keep all ten of my toes. It would be incredibly awkward to fight without them.
I could still feel a slight tug on my left tonfa—it seemed that the herbivore hadn't released it yet.
"Would you let go—" The rest of my words were suddenly halted as my sentence ended with a hiss. The warmth of his palm against my clothed member sent unwanted electric shocks up my spine. That idiot herbivore! The nerve of him, putting his hands there!
"Hieee!" He jerked backwards when met with my furious glare. I could feel some heat seep into my face. I wasn't sure if it was anger or embarrassment—maybe a mix of both.
I readied my tonfas. "I'll bite you to death," I growled. The herbivore let out another annoying scream before beginning to place his foot forward to dash away. To my surprise, he turned back around to face me.
He whispered something that I couldn't possibly understand due to its low volume. I was surprised to see droplets of water collecting along his bottom lashes.
I reared back and raised my tonfa, still hell bent on creating an indent on the side of his head. He flinched, and at the same moment, a teardrop made its silent decent to the floor.
My lips curled, but I couldn't summon any disgust. The way I was brought up, tears were forbidden—a taboo. But this herbivore—he didn't even bother to hide anything. Hn. All the more reason to bite him to death.
But my tonfa stopped a mere half centimeter from digging into his skull. It hovered there for a minute before I retracted it back in my jacket. My own action surprised me. Since when did I learn mercy?
"Nufufu...getting all hot and bothered, Hibari-kun?" I narrowed my eyes when the annoying pineapple-headed male entered my line of vision. I didn't see him enough for him to be the bane of my existence, but he came close. The fact that he was almost an exact copy of my sworn nemesis was normally enough for me to initiate a fight with him, but today I had a slight problem.
I turned on my heel and with as much pride as I could muster, walked to the locker room to change.
Tsuna was still trembling from the encounter. He kept on muttering 'I need to apologize to Hibari-san', but Reborn paid no heed and continued to push him on further. Ever since the crash with the raven-haired host, his skating skills seemed to have increased dramatically. Reborn smirked knowingly as he tilted his fedora brim down so that it cast an ominous shadow over his eyes.
Ryohei had gone to the other section when the cafe had opened, and all of the hosts save for Hayato had arrived.
Tsuna's brows furrowed at that thought. Hayato should've been here first, considering the fact that he had been the first one to start for the cafe. Couldn't be traffic, because the cafe was walking distance from the dorms.
Hayato completely left his mind when the woman he met yesterday—Ryoko—stepped in the cafe. He hurried to grab a menu as she seated herself at the same table she was at yesterday. He smiled brightly when he saw Hana, who gurgled when she saw him.
"Welcome back, Ryoko-san!" he said happily as he placed the menu in front of her. He stuck his tongue out at Hana as the baby copied his movements.
"Ano...how do you know me? Yesterday was my first day here," Ryoko said confusedly. Tsuna mirrored her confusion on his face.
"Um...I'm Tsuna?" Ryoko's eyes widened.
"From yesterday? Oh my goodness I..." Her arms flailed as she tried to find the words she wanted to say. "Goodness, you're not a...?" Tsuna thought long and hard about yesterday, his cheeks flushing as he remembered that Ryoko knew him as the girl who almost dropped her baby.
"T-There was some issues r-regarding the uniform yesterday, so I had to w-wear a spare one," the brunet mumbled as he ran a hand through his spiked locks.
"Wah!" Hana lifted her arms up as she squirmed around and tossed her blanket over the stroller, as if demanding for Ryoko to let her out of her prison.
The woman seemed to have gotten over her initial surprise and lifted the energetic baby out of the stroller. Tsuna bent down to retrieve the blanket from the ice and deposited it back into its rightful place.
"So are you a college student?" Ryoko asked curiously as she bounced Hana on her knee. "And you poor boy...having to endure that yesterday..." she said, almost under her breath, but her face wore a smile of good-natured humor.
"Yes. I start at Vongola College in a couple of days. Would you like for me to recommend you anything?" Tsuna asked.
"That's great! I heard Vongola College is the finest college in Japan, and it rivals those in the West. And...er...I suppose so," Ryoko said defeatedly as she folded up her menu. "But I'll make up my mind tomorrow," the mother said with a determined glint in her eyes. Tsuna laughed along with her as he picked up the menu.
"Why don't you try our hakuun no hotori? They're in season, and I heard it was one of our chefs' specialties." I think it was Turmeric, Tsuna mentally thought.
"That sounds good," Ryoko commented thoughtfully. "Is it possible for me to get a dessert? My friend—the same one who told me about this cafe—recommended me the rainbow jelly."
"Uh huh." Tsuna jotted down her orders and asked if she wanted any drinks. She politely asked for a water. In fine print, he added 'Add extra lemon drops to water. Try to use mango in the hakuun no hotori/jelly.' He had managed to subtly glean what her favorite fruit was from her, and she still seemed tired—less than yesterday, but tired nonetheless. The lemon water would help wake her up.
The cafe had only been open for a half hour, so there was only a trickle of customers coming in at the moment. Tsuna was able to chat with Ryoko after he sent her order to the kitchen. They both shared the same opinion about the new, icy décor of the cafe. It was incredibly beautiful, but they saw no point in it (Well, Ryoko pointed out that it would garner more customers because the change in atmosphere was nice, and seeing their hosts in fitted foot wear was kinda cool, but Tsuna had argued back that he had learn how to ice skate in less than 30 minutes, and it was brutal). He got to hold Hana, and it was clear that the baby had taken a considerable amount of interest in him.
He learned that Ryoko had just recently finished medical school and graduated with all the right honors, but she had settled on being a pediatrician so she would be able to see Hana more often.
Her boyfriend—they were planning to get married after college—died in a car accident. He was in a coma for a year before all of his life signs started to suddenly fade and eventually disappear.
So he told her about Fuuta, and how he hasn't woken even in 4 years—he was 9 when he had went into a coma due to head trauma. Even if he woke up now, the possibilities of loss of memory, coordination, and motor skills were very high. They didn't want to pull the plug when there was still the slimmest chance, the slightest shred of hope.
Ryoko was a stranger yesterday. She was a friend today. When she had finished with her food and paid—she tipped him extra, again—they had exchanged numbers and she had departed with her eyes considerably brighter and her heart maybe a little lighter.
The last person Tsuna expected to walk through the door next was a bloodied and bruised Hayato. He hurried to take his customer's order—he hadn't even waited to note their personal tastes.
"Hayato-kun! Are you okay?" Tsuna bit his lip as he took in the state of his fellow host.
Instead of delivering his usual string of curses, the silveret let his kouhai drag him to the locker room. The first aid kit was found easily and soon, Hayato was wincing as Tsuna tried to treat his wounds as gently as he could.
"Yo, Tsuna, need any help in there?" Yamamoto called out. He had realized Tsuna was absent from his tables and without question, had covered them. After a little questioning, someone had said they saw Tsuna rush in the locker room with someone else.
Hayato shook his head frantically. Tsuna took the hint and replied, "No thanks, Yama-kun! I'll be out there soon, just uh, taking care of something!"
For seemingly no apparent reason, Yamamoto chuckled and wished him good luck. Hayato had to smile as well.
"Tenth, you know the way you said that gave yakyu-baka the wrong idea?"
"Uh...how?" Tsuna mumbled around the bandages that were in his mouth.
Hayato just laughed earnestly and gave him no explanation. When the last band-aid was put on, the silveret tested his limbs and deemed them capable.
"Thanks."
"It's not my business to know but..." Tsuna was hesitant to ask. He didn't want to pry into Hayato's life when he barely knew him, but the cuts looked like knife wounds, even if they were shallow.
"Tch. Nothing to worry about. Taught the knife bastard a lesson," Hayato replied before Tsuna finished his sentence, his tone darkening. "Looks like they're calling you out there. You better go."
Tsuna stared at Hayato. The silveret averted his eyes. He knew his senpai was hiding something. The halfhearted way he had talked about the 'knife bastard', him not meeting his eyes when he talked, the overall lack of his hair-trigger temper, and him desperately not wanting to be seen by Yamamoto.
"...Okay." But what Hayato said was the truth. He could hear Reborn's voice carry over all the others, even if it was the quietest. "Just ask me if you have any problems, okay?"
What he offered was an olive branch, a compromise. He wouldn't give up on trying to find out who harmed Hayato, but he wouldn't pry as well.
"I will." The silveret's voice was surprisingly resolute.
Tsuna wanted to think that they grew a little closer and their bond a little stronger.
The brunet stared hard at the four cards in his hands as he waited for Daemon to explain the game. 5 of spades, 5 of hearts, 3 of diamonds and 5 of diamonds.
"This game is called Foltern, and it originates from Germany," the blue-haired host finally started. "We're going to play an adapted version. The objective is to get 4 of the same numbers in your hand, and when that is accomplished, you must throw down your cards. The last one to throw down their cards loses. Every time you pick up a card, you must discard one from your hand—the max number of cards you can hold is 4." The blue-haired male's eyes gleamed and Tsuna swallowed nervously. There was a catch.
"Originally, the loser's hand gets "tortured," but in the adaption we're playing..." Tsuna gulped, hard. Reborn's tone had turned completely sadistic.
"Let's say you wouldn't want to find out for yourself," Lambo said as he eyed Reborn warily, who returned his gaze with a smoldering one.
Tsuna shivered. Sexual tension much? He peeked at Hibari, who was subtly making a point on not looking at him. The corners of his lips drooped as he looked back at his cards. Well, he had a good start—all he needed was one more five. Who cares about Hibari-san? You do, his subconscious voice reminded him. Tsuna almost scowled.
"Why are we getting paid for this?" the brunet wondered idly as he glanced at the table of girls behind them who had requested this. He was met with four pairs of eyes and a bunch of squeals.
Daemon smirked. "You'll find out." Hibari made a small noise of disgust.
Tsuna concentrated then, because a card was coming his way. Daemon was the dealer, and Lambo was the discard pile. Hibari sat to his right while Reborn was at his left (Next to Lambo, who had a light blush on his cheeks due to something Tsuna's ex-tutor had said).
Occasionally, his hand would brush against Hibari's when he reached for a card. He tried to ignore the pleasant tingle that followed.
His brows became increasingly furrowed as half the deck passed by him but still no five. He gnawed on his lower lip in frustration. When Reborn placed his cards down quietly, Tsuna processed the fact a few moments too late. Hibari threw down his cards a split second later, and Daemon and Lambo followed suit without hesitation. Four pairs of eyes landed on him—eight if he counted the girls behind them—and about twenty if he included the other customers who occasionally stole glances.
Reborn didn't look particularly surprised, whilst Lambo was relieved but looked apologetic; Daemon was chuckling, and Hibari looked so indifferent that Tsuna wondered if the raven-haired host was going to fall asleep.
"So...what do I do now?" Tsuna said to break the silence. Daemon offered a perverted smirk as he collected the cards and started to shuffle them expertly.
"Choose a number and a suit."
"2 of hearts," Tsuna said after much consideration.
"Top or bottom?" the blue-haired male asked, his voice heavy with implications. Reborn snorted in amusement.
"Uh...bottom?" Daemon's grin widened whilst Reborn muttered an 'of course' under his breath.
It didn't take long for Daemon to reach the designated card—for some reason, Tsuna felt that that was a good thing.
"Those are your punishment cards. The higher the number, the more harsh your punishment. Spades signify—" Daemon reached over to brush his fingertips over Tsuna's general chest area, his thumb catching one of the brunet's nipples. The host smirked at the blush that resulted. "Generally, your body. Diamonds means a bite, clubs—a French, and hearts—a simple kiss."
Tsuna flushed a strawberry red. The customers who had the pleasure of seeing it decided that it was a good color on him.
"This is a sick, sick game," Tsuna mumbled before lightly gasping. Daemon had pressed a light kiss against his mouth.
"Dealer goes first," he offered as an explanation with a crooked smirk.
"You might want to unbutton your shirt a little so you can cover up the marks that are going to be left," Lambo suggested helpfully.
"T-There's going to b-be marks?" But Tsuna hastily followed Lambo's advice and left some skin under his collarbone exposed.
"Ace of diamonds." Lambo winced on Tsuna's behalf. Reborn had a little half smirk gracing his lips.
"Coming from Hibari-kun, that will hurt." That little comment from Daemon was the only warning he got before a pair of teeth clamped down on the peachy flesh beside his jugular.
A strangled gasp left his parted lips. He gripped the edge of the rounded table. Goddamn, that hurt. The pressure didn't lessen at all as Hibari began to knead his flesh between his teeth, his skin breaking after a few harsh tugs. Hibari lapped at his neck to catch the drops of blood that leaked out, but he could barely feel it through his pain induced fog, but it certainly felt nice.
"Nufufu. I think he might be eligible for a band-aid now, Hibari-kun." The raven-haired host scowled as he pulled away from Tsuna, who was finally just starting to feel a tiny, pleasant side effect from the bite.
Daemon drew the next card. "Four of hearts." Tsuna thanked every deity he could think of. A kiss was awkward enough, he couldn't imagine anything that involved...his cheeks flushed a deeper red. Reborn was his ex-tutor, for Christ's sake.
Reborn brushed his lips against his for a second—then he promptly deposited him onto Lambo's lap.
"Six of hearts." Yes, keep the hearts coming, Tsuna thought offhandedly as Lambo placed a gentle smooch on his lips.
"Ace of spades."
Crap. Tsuna's second thought was, Wait. Why am I getting all the aces? He better not be rigging the cards. Tsuna stared at the dealer, but Daemon's poker face (smirk) gave nothing away.
Lambo reluctantly handed the petite brunet over to Daemon.
Tsuna's legs were immediately restrained, pinned down by—were those chains? The brunet stared down at the intricate silver and blinked several times. His gaze was broken as Daemon started to rub small circles on his hips.
Reborn smirked. "There's a 99.0196% chance that you'll leave this cafe mentally scarred."
"W-What? Hhh!" Daemon's hands had started to inch upwards to caress his sides. Daemon—this perverted bastard was Daemon. How many times had Giotto warned him?
27 times and counting, his mind offered. But it was too late now. He needed to adapt to the situation—and quick.
He chose the only reasonable option. Struggling seemed to make it worse, since it made certain body parts grind together, and he was getting paid for this, so he couldn't exactly scream rape. Well, it wasn't rape, and Reborn would never stand for it (well, he was 90% sure he wouldn't...well, maybe 60% then).
He steeled himself and froze, his body rigid to such a degree that it looked like he was a statue.
"Oya?" Daemon murmured softly as his finger dipped to rub the brunet's navel.
Wrong move, Dame-Tsuna, Reborn thought.
The brunet's body remained stock still as Daemon playfully flicked his nipples, but his breaths were coming out considerably shorter than before. His caramel eyes were fixated on a point on a wall, but they glazed over as his cock was teasingly rubbed.
Shivers crawled up the brunet's spine, breaking his messily thrown together composure. "S-Stop..nnh..stop it..." To Tsuna's dismay, the host showed no signs of even considering his plea. Instead, he persisted even further with his onslaught of feather light touches that were meant to arouse him.
The dealer got the result he wanted—and more. The flushed red host was trembling and leaning towards him, not in total submission but it was close enough for Daemon to confirm that the brunet in his lap was getting incredibly horny. His muffled gasps turned into soft mewls, and precisely, at the moment the brunet's control wavered—
He stopped.
"Nufufu, even an Ace of Spades won't be enough for what I was about to do to your body," Daemon winked as he passed Tsuna on to Hibari. The chains that strapped him down dissipated into cards. What the fuck? But logic didn't make it through the brunet's clouded mind.
Tsuna was glaring daggers at Daemon. Take responsibility, you pervert! He squirmed around uncomfortably as he felt his erection strain against his pants.
"Stay still, or I'll bite you to death." He immediately froze, but he felt his cock give a tiny twitch. Fuck.
This was not the time for his libido to act up.
"Ten of diamonds," Daemon drawled. "Oya oya, looks like you still get to "bite" him."
"Shut up," Hibari growled irritably as he pulled Tsuna's head back.
Um. Hibari's hand. In my hair. Feels nice. He stared aimlessly up at the ceiling. He was steeling himself. The process was not unlike the one he'd go through if he was about to get a shot at the doctor's office.
He felt a light brush against the junction of his neck and shoulder, then the feeling intensified to a degree that he had to let out a small whimper.
He was supposed to be reeling from the pain, not arching his back because what Hibari was doing felt...pleasurable.
"A-Ah..." Tsuna's eyes shot open—when had they closed?—when he heard a moan make its way through his lips. He quickly slapped a hand over his mouth, but not before Hibari, Reborn, and Daemon wore matching smirks. Especially Hibari, who had started to add pressure with his teeth now. His thighs trembled as he felt his sensitive flesh get sucked on. He involuntarily rocked his hips, seeking for friction to relieve the tightness in his pants. Hibari seemed to notice his actions, and with a sigh of frustration, Tsuna noticed that his legs were pinned down by Hibari's hands.
Dammit Hibari, s-stop it, ah! The erogenous spot on his neck seemed to be hot-wired straight to his cock, and Hibari sucking on that spot like there was no tomorrow was not helping.
The assault on his flesh was abruptly halted as Hibari half shoved him at Reborn. Tsuna couldn't help but feel a little hurt as he bit his lip. He's still angry about the ice skating thing...it's all your fault, Reborn! Tsuna focused his large caramel eyes at his ex-tutor, willing for him to feel the waves of malice that he was directing towards him. The debonair host didn't seem to notice anything, and Tsuna wilted again. Maybe my killer intent is too weak.
"Jack of clubs." Tsuna paled. French? There's no way he's putting his tongue in my—
"Mmph! Rebpmh!" No way, no way!
Reborn smirked into their kiss. Yes way. He pushed his tongue through the brunet's lax lips and spent his sweet time exploring the wet cavern. When Tsuna started to pant for air, he took another long moment to starve the brunet from his precious oxygen.
"Reborn!" Tsuna whined as they finally parted. "Y-You're supposed to be my...trusted tutor..." he continued, his mouth unknowingly twisting in an adorable pout.
"So? I'm retired. Though you could learn a thing or two about Frenching," Reborn retorted with a smirk. Tsuna blushed a shade of rose pink as he sputtered something about the host only being a couple years older than him.
"Party's over, nufufu. We ran out of cards." Daemon's tone actually contained a little regret as he sighed.
"W-Wait. W-What do I do a-about..."
"Take a shower. Or ask someone to help you," Daemon suggested with a twinkle in his eye. "I'm more than willing—"
"No."
"Damn."
I don't think that's enough to warrant an M-rating. Not yet. 8D
You can ignore the awkwardness of Yamamoto's POV. I've given up on writing first person for him. It's too hard ;A;