A/N: This chapter has more FuutaxLambo. Later there will most likely be more as well as LamboxI-Ipin and maybe (MOST LIKELY) one more Lambo pairing which I mention in the end, because Lambo is so awesome, he gets paired with three different Lambo-spouse candidates. Maybe, in the last chapter, he'll pick his true love or something? idk ;)

I enjoy writing this fic, review and tell me you enjoy reading it (please! D=)

"Goodness, So many girls are asking me out every day. It's almost annoying." Lambo chortled into the phone. For a while there was no response. "…Fuuta, are you there?"

"Then go out with me."

"Eh?

"If we date you'll have an excuse to tell those girls, you know?"

And that's how that happened, huh? Lambo thought as he strode home with a heavy mind and a shoulder bag filled with unread love letters. He sighed. Despite their great amount and occasionally, great length, he would always he read every note and reply to each one, which would always be an individual specially-written rejection. Sometimes, Lambo thought he was too kind.

"But I can't be mean to my cute little kittens…" He muttered, images of the adorable girls who approach him surging through his mind.

"Lambo!" A familiar voice sounded behind him making him jump. He turned around to see a smiling and waving I-Pin running his way.

"Oh, hi, I-Pin-chan." He said monotonously.

I-Pin raised an eyebrow as she reached his side and walked next to him. "You seem bothered. Something wrong?"

"Not wrong, exactly." He said. It was the truth, just twisted slightly.

"Well, what's up? You can tell me anything." She said with a soft, friendly smile.

A flashback to the kiss. Lambo shook his head and questioned himself, "Can I really tell her?"

"Ah…" He murmured. "I have a bad stomachache. I think I might have diarrhea."

"Gross! You didn't have to tell me that!"

"You said I could tell you anything!"

"I'm home." Lambo said lazily while kicking his shoes off in the genkan and heading to the nearest sofa.

"Oh, welcome back." Gokudera said from behind the kitchen's bar counter with a cigarette hanging from between his lips and his hair pulled back. In front of him was a book titled, "We Are Not Alone: An in Depth Study of Extraterrestrials."

Lambo was not surprised his brother would read a book so stupid, but was shocked by how cool he could look while reading it.

"How was your day?" Gokudera asked disinterestedly while leaning back in his chair, eyes travelling over the book's pages.

"It sucked. I contemplated killing myself. I decided that I would commit suicide by grabbing Hibari-san by the nuts while simultaneously slapping his face. That'd be sure to kill me." Lambo stated sardonically.

"That's nice…" Gokudera mumbled.

"Yep, that's what I thought." Lambo sighed, throwing himself onto the couch so that he was sprawled all over it.

Yamamoto came trotting down the stairs, brow furrowed. "Hey," He called out. "Don't you have any homework?"

Lambo groaned and covered his face with his pillow. "Gubnis, wazzit madder? Why do I eben go to skoo'?"

Yamamoto treaded to Lambo's side and removed the pillow from the boy's head, making him complain about the sudden rush of light.

"There are many reasons why you have to, Lambo. I thought Hayato would've explained this to you." Yamamoto said, going to the genkan and picking up the boy's backpack.

"What about me?" Gokudera said. He poked his head up from his book.

Yamamoto rolled his eyes. "Why are you doing that here? You'd make the library useful for once if you read there. And you," He directed his attention to Lambo and handed him the bag of books. "Go there and get some work done."

Lambo scoffed and grabbed his bag, reluctantly heading for the library. Halfway there, he stopped and looked at Yamamoto. "Later—you have to explain to me why I'm doing this!" then he begrudgingly scooted off to the biblioteca.

In the midst of him reading something about Japanese History, (a history new to him while many other kids had some idea about what was being taught) his cell phone buzzed in his pocket. He set his textbook down and peeked out the window of the library door. Once he determined it was safe to check the phone, he whipped it out to see that Fuuta was calling him. He was scared to answer it. The other day when Fuuta suddenly asked him out, he had bumbled out a childish yes and ever since that moment, he's been regretting it as well as dreading having to talk to Fuuta about it. He liked Fuuta. Fuuta was cool and older and sweet, but it was like with I-Pin. They've known each other since they were kids. Wouldn't dating be awkward?

The phone's buzzing stopped. He couldn't answer now even if he wanted to. Immediately he felt guilty for purposely ignoring the man's call. That was another thing, Fuuta was a man. Lambo didn't have a problem with homosexuality (he would have had to move out if he did), but him liking another man wasn't something he was used to. Him liking anyone wasn't something he was used to. Being liked was what he had mastered. The phone vibrated once more, but not as long this time. It wasn't a call, but a text.

With a gulp, Lambo checked his phone, he already knew who the message was from.

'Call me when you get this message. I want to talk to you. :) –Fuuta'

He sighed when he felt his heart beat at the speed of light just from looking at the message. There was no way he was calling him.

"Do you even realize what you're saying?" Yamamoto asked, trying to hold in his laughter.

"Don't talk down to me! I'm serious!" Gokudera spouted back, flailing his arms into the air. "I read it! It says they have found a real UFO before! I'm telling you, if we had a space program, the Vongola could be the first ones to catch aliens while they're in their natural habitat!"

"That would be mean, wouldn't it? We wouldn't like them catching us." Yamamoto said half-earnestly. It was entertaining seeing Gokudera get worked up though the subject didn't really fascinate Yamamoto.

"You're right… I guess, we'd just sneak up on them and install cameras so that we can keep an eye on them!" Gokudera said, eyes glittering with excitement. "Maybe if we come in contact with them they'll share their advanced technology with us! Or maybe they'll even invite us to live on their planet."

Yamamoto couldn't help but to lean over and kiss Gokudera on the forehead. "You're so cute, I almost can't stand it."

Gokudera looked at him as if he were crazy. "What are you talking about at a time like this? We need to be considering what we're going to do with the aliens!"

Just then the doorbell rang.

"Coming!" Gokudera grumbled. He sluggishly opened the door up and barked, "Whaddaya want?"

"Hi, Hayato-san, is Lambo home?" Fuuta asked politely.

"Oh, it's you." Gokudera said before a light bulb popped up over his head and his eyes widened. He eagerly grabbed Fuuta's shoulders. "Oh! It's you!"

Both Yamamoto and Fuuta visually expressed their confusion toward Gokudera's behavior.

Gokudera beamed brightly as he closed the door behind them and offered Fuuta tea and snacks.

The younger man rejected the offer, scared that it might be infected with whatever was making Gokudera act that way.

"You!" The silver haired man shouted as he sat on the couch next Yamamoto and leaned against him. He pointed to Fuuta with a sly smile. "You say you can talk to planets, right?"

The library was for the most part soundproof, or at least that was what Lambo believed. But of course, in a house like his, you can't expect any room to truly be genuinely soundproof. Even locked up in there, trying to concentrate on English phrases (he already knew two other languages, why was he studying this one too?), he could hear the clamor coming from the front room. With his patience wearing thin, he slammed the textbook closed and stormed into the place where the noise was coming from.

"You tell me to study and do work but then you go and—Fuuta?"

"Lambo!" Fuuta cried out from underneath a wrathful Gokudera who was being pried off by Yamamoto. Once Yamamoto tore Fuuta from the vengeful grip of the angry man, the 20 year-old dashed to Lambo and hugged him tightly.

"You weren't answering my calls and didn't reply to my texts, so I came to see you. I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." Fuuta said passionately into Lambo's ear causing the boy's whole body to flush red.

In amazement, Gokudera and Yamamoto watched with suspicious eyes lingering on Fuuta.

"Hey," Lambo managed to say once he pushed Fuuta and his embarrassment away. "D-Don't do that here. In front of them. It's…"

Fuuta nodded. "Sorry. Right. I understand." Then smiled warmly, the smile that Lambo merely felt over the phone for so long, finally he got to see it in person once more.

Lambo fidgeted before mumbling an invitation to his room. Fuuta happily obliged and the pair headed up the stairs.

"Is it just me or did those two seem oddly close?" Gokudera said, wincing slightly as the door to Lambo's room closed.

"Oh, you're paranoid, I'm positive." Yamamoto said. He realized he was trying to reassure himself too. "The only reason you're saying that is because ever since we got together, you've probably been more aware of homosexuality. If you were still with Haru and that just happened, you would've thought it was nothing more than a simple exchange between two friends."

Gokudera bit his lip, needing more support than that.

"Look," Yamamoto said, sitting him down and pulling him close. "Just because we're together doesn't mean that Lambo is suddenly going to turn gay. And even if was, who cares?"

"Whoever said that's what I was thinking?"

"I know you well enough to see straight through your skull, Hayato."

"What? No fair. I can't see through yours."

"Because your eyes have only focused on me recently, though I've been watching you for a while. Concentrate solely on me long enough and we'll know each other so well, we'll be able to see right through the brain and straight into the heart."

Not fully knowing why, Gokudera felt the urge to punch Yamamoto in the stomach. He did, without explanation, but, knowing Gokudera, Yamamoto assumed it because the silver-haired bomber was embarrassed by him saying so much mushy stuff.

"What was Hato-nii doing?" Lambo asked as he threw himself onto his enormous bed.

Fuuta looked around the room and blurted out, "This place is disgusting!"

Lambo sat up and glanced at either side of the large room. Then agreed. "It is pretty messy."

"Shouldn't you clean it?" Fuuta suggested, laying next to the boy on the bed.

Lambo lied his head back down. "Probably."

"There are porn magazines on the ground."

"I know."

"Throw them away."

"Okay. It wasn't my money."

"That's a horrible way to look at it!"

Lambo huffed and grasped tightly onto a stuffed animal, a cute bull. "You guys are retarded. Always complaining about my personality when you guys are all the ones who raised me."

Fuuta had to think about it at first and after he did, he could only laugh. "You're right!" He looked to the ceiling. "The people you've spent the most time with is all of us, so I guess your horrid behavior is our fault."

"Hey…" Lambo growled.

"Hayato-nii is strange." Fuuta said with furrowed eyebrows, quickly changing the conversation to cover up his insult. "He was asking me to speak to aliens and when I told him I couldn't do it he started yelling at me."

"That's Hato-nii for you…" Lambo said with a slight chuckle. "He's so funny. Even though he's more mature now, he still hasn't changed at heart."

"I think that goes for everyone. We all seem to revert back some years when in each other's company." Fuuta said, remembering the past, thinking that everything was more complicated then.

"Ugh," Lambo whined. "Back then life was easier. Everything's muddled now."

"I think it's the other way around."

"Not for me. Along with normal schoolboy worries like crushes and homework, I also have to put up with being the Lightning Guardian, cleaning the bathrooms, Reborn, Hato-nii scolding me about every little thing, and just… just… nothing's painless." Lambo screamed as loud as he could into his pillow after finishing with his list of complaints. "How annoying!"

"But now it feels like we've reached a goal. Like we need to move on to the next thing. Think bigger. Aim higher. There's not enough to do anymore, but laze around like lions and maintain rather than gain." Fuuta said with a twinkle in his eyes that told Lambo all he needed to know.

"Whoa…" Lambo murmured thoughtfully. "You're so much more mature than me, Fuuta."

"Of course I am. I'm older than you."

"Why would you like someone stupid and selfish and cowardly and lazy like me?"

"Hmm… that pretty much is you nutshell, huh?"

"Goodness, thanks for the confidence boost."

Fuuta laughed and wrapped his arms around Lambo. "You're so cute, Lambo. You don't even realize how charming all those aspects of you are."

Lambo's whole body felt like it was being boiled. He tried to say, "Don't get so close!" but the words came out so inaudibly and stuttered that just sounded like noise.

Fuuta hugged Lambo tightly so that his lips were at the boy's ears. Lambo could feel the man's breath on the sensitive skin of his ears and the back of neck. The curly haired boy squirmed under Fuuta's grasp, becoming very bothered.

"F-Fuuta…" He moaned.

"Lambo…" Fuuta said feverishly back, crawling on top of the boy so that he had Lambo's wrists pinned down. They stared into each other's eyes. Fuuta leaned down to kiss Lambo…

The door clicked and a slither of foreign light entered the room. Quickly, Lambo pulled his knees to his chest and extended his legs, successfully kicking Fuuta off of him, off the bed, and into a pile of grenades and clothes and other things. The action didn't even give Fuuta enough time to shout in surprise.

"Hey, you guys, I brought some tea and snacks to say sorry about earlier!" Gokudera said with a false cheeriness when he stepped inside, a tray of mentioned items in his hands. The pulsing vein on his forehead made it clear that Yamamoto had convinced him to apologize.

Gokudera's eyes widened with rage when he noticed Lambo's face was heated to the point tears were leaking out.

Within an instant, Gokudera had dropped the tray and was grabbing Fuuta by his neck. "What the hell did you do to him?"

"Nothing!" Fuuta gasped.

Gokudera looked to Lambo, who nodded fervently, before releasing his grip on Fuuta's throat. The younger man wheezed and panted, feeling as though he was going to faint. He was starting to agree with Lambo. Nothing was painless.

"Come back over anytime." Yamamoto said as the estranged family waved Fuuta goodbye.

"But not really." Gokudera snapped.

"He doesn't mean it." Yamamoto said.

"Yes, I do."

"He's just mad you can't talk to aliens."

"That's just one thing."

"And for some reason he thinks you're going to rape Lambo."

"You talk too much!" Gokudera's face flushed as he covered Yamamoto's mouth and scrambled to shut the door.

"What?" Lambo said with a blank face, trying to comprehend what Yamamoto had just said.

"N-Nothing! Takeshi said something stupid is all!" Gokudera hollered, kicking and hitting Yamamoto.

"You really think something like that would happen to me?" Lambo asked. Gokudera's attempt at masking the comment was obviously futile. "Is this because I groped on the train that one time?" Lambo pouted.

Both Gokudera and Yamamoto froze. "W-What?"

"Oh, I never told you about that?"

Silence washed over the three for a few seconds then…

"What the hell? Did you get the guy's name?"

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Did you beat him up? Please tell me you kicked that guy's ass!"

"Do you remember how he looked? We could put a bounty on him."

"Where did he touch you? No, never mind that! Just tell me you kicked his ass!"

Lambo stared up at their angered faces and shrugged. "I mean, it wasn't a big deal. I just don't ride the train anymore."

After that, Lambo was double times as much spoiled by his brothers for the next week or so. And when word spread about the event, even all the subordinates and guardians were babying him. Excluding Hibari who secretly wanted to beat him up for being weak enough to get felt up without kicking the guy's ass.

Cute, right? If you like the FuutaxLambo, look forward to more! (Probably not next chapter, but later most likely.) I need to add more Reborn in this fic, I think I see Lambo's heart being divided three ways? ;]