Light streamed into the room from the window and landed on Tsuna's sleeping form. The younger boy woke up to birds chirping and…Mukuro crumping?
"M-Mukuro?" Tsuna stammered, watching his new boyfriend's body gyrate to the beat of obscene rap music. "What are you doing?"
"Oh, you're awake, Tsuna?" the pineapple-haired man asked, ceasing his spontaneous dancing. "I was just doing my morning exercises."
"Morning exercises?" Tsuna repeated in question.
"You have to exercise to look this good," was the smug reply.
"Uh…okay. What's for breakfast?" the brunet asked.
"Chrome is the only one who knows how to cook around here," Mukuro replied, continuing his dancing. "Go consult her if you wanna eat." Shrugging, Tsuna ventured from Mukuro's room and into the kitchen, where he was certain he could smell pancakes simmering in the pan. Sure enough, Chrome was in there making breakfast.
"Good morning, Boss," she greeted Tsuna. "Good morning, Chikusa and Ken." Tsuna whirled around; the two other boys had been discreetly following the Vongola boss in hopes of a morning meal.
"Could someone please go get Mukuro-sama?" Chrome continued as Tsuna and Ken took their seats at the rectangular wooden table in the center of the kitchen. Sighing, Chikusa nodded and disappeared once again down the hallway. Seconds later, he reemerged, a refreshed looking Mukuro in tow.
"Tsuna," the pineapple haired man started, sitting down next to the brunet. "Where do you want to go for our date?" Tsuna spit up some of his orange juice.
"D-Date?" he sputtered as Chrome began to serve her pancakes.
"You agreed that I could take you out to eat, did you not?"
"O-Oh, yeah…about that…" Tsuna gulped. As much as he wanted to be with Mukuro, he would have to go home eventually. Shifting around in his seat, Tsuna realized that he was still in Chrome's panties and Mukuro's shirt. Getting a proper attire to go out to eat would be a good idea, too. Chikusa and Ken exchanged glances.
"Of course," Mukuro began, turning to Tsuna. "You can't go out wearing that." He pointed to Tsuna's clothes, frowning. "Come on, I'll find you something nice to wear." He then grabbed the younger boy's hand and led him back to his room.
"Mukuro, I don't think any of your clothes would fit me," Tsuna said.
"Nonsense!" the raven-haired man replied. "I've kept some of my good clothes from when I was your age."
"You are my age."
"I've got dibs on their pancakes," Ken exclaimed. Both Chikusa and Chrome frowned.
"Fine by me," Chikusa agreed, pushing the plate closer to the blonde. "Gain as much weight as you please."
"Come on, will you two stop being so mean to each other?" Chrome exclaimed, walking up behind the two boys and putting her hands on her hip; this action caused her pink apron to ruffle.
"At least I'm not obsessed with yo-yos," Ken replied, ignoring Chrome's warning.
"At least I'm not an animal-morphing freak of nature," Chikusa spat back, throwing daggers at Ken with his eyes.
"That's it! Feel my wrath!" Chrome exclaimed exuberantly. Apparently, somebody had had a little bit too much syrup. With that, she grabbed the boys' heads and smashed them together, their lips colliding. To everybody in the room's dismay, Chrome kept their heads together, rendering them not only kissing, but unable to breathe. When she finally realized what she was doing, she gasped and dropped her arms; Ken's scream of disgust echoed throughout the house. Chikusa's face was purple. He raised his hand, pointing a shaking finger at his blonde enemy.
"You taste like dog!"
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"M-Mukuro…" Tsuna whimpered, clinging to the fabric of Mukuro's shirt collar. The raven-haired man's lips slipped in and out of the Vongola's grasp as Mukuro moved his head, keeping tangent to the response pattern of Tsuna's lips. The two broke apart for a brief moment, intoxicated with desire… until Mukuro seized Tsuna's shoulders and heatedly crushed to the brunet's once again. Tsuna's body locked up as he felt the Mist Guardian's tongue slide along his lower lip; the Vongola boss awkwardly parted his lips, allowing Mukuro's tongue to explore his wanting mouth.
The wet muscle moved slowly and skillfully over every surface and contoure in Tsuna's mouth. Tsuna's eyes opened wide with shock, meeting Mukuro's heavily lidded, different colored ones. The older boy's hand was slowly working it's way down Tsuna's chest from his collarbone; the Vongola's shirt had been removed earlier when Mukuro's advances had first started. Tsuna arched his back, craving for more of him to be touched as Mukuro's dexterous fingers reached his navel.
Suddenly, the hand was removed. Tsuna watched, perplexed, as his boyfriend stood up and walked over to his closet, rummaging through his shirts.
"M-Mukuro?" Tsuna asked, confused and unsatisfied. The raven-haired man turned to Tsuna, not looking displeased, but with a light blush tinging his face. He gave his companion a questioning look.
"Why did you…?" Tsuna trailed off, feeling that a deeper level of communication between the two would convey what he was getting at.
"I, like you, Tsunayoshi, am inexperienced," Mukuro answered, his back facing Tsuna. "I was afraid to go any further, for I have might not have been able to stop." Tsuna blinked.
"In any case," Mukuro went on. "Let's get you into something appropriate I don't think anything I own would fit you…Oh, wait! Here we go!" Mukuro pulled out a small purple t-shirt that read, "Be Kind to Animals or I'll Kill You."
"Uh…what's that?" Tsuna asked.
"It's this shirt I bought last week."
"But it's way too small for you!"
"Yes, but it looks cool."
"No, it doesn't."
"Just put it on," Mukuro ordered. Tsuna obeyed. Looking down, he frowned.
"I don't have any pants," he stated.
"Yeah, we can fix that," Mukuro replied. "Come on." He led Tsuna into Chrome's room, and began to rummage through her dresser.
"What are you doing?" Tsuna asked.
"Getting you some of Chrome's jeans," was the simple response.
"Won't Chrome be mad?" Tsuna asked.
"She won't mind." Mukuro pulled a pair of dark wash jeans out of Chrome's drawer. "Put these on." Sighing, Tsuna pulled the feminine pants over his bare legs and turned to face the mirror. To his dismay, even Chrome's clothes were a little baggy on him. The pants were were, however, obviously skinny jeans.
"Those look god," Mukuro commented, gently smiling. He headed for the exit of the room, not bothering to look back.
"Wait!" Tsuna called after him, reaching out. "Where are you going?"
"To get dressed, of course," Mukuro replied, glancing back at Tsuna. "You didn't expect me to wear my pajamas, did you?" Tsuna faltered, his hand slowly dropping back to his side. Mukuro had already left the room, so Tsuna went back to the kitchen, where he found Ken sitting at the table with Chikusa, wolfing down his third plate of pancakes.
"Those are mine, aren't they?" Tsuna asked defeatedly as Ken swallowed the last bite. Grinning triumphantly, the blonde nodded, wiping his syrup covered mouth with a napkin. Chikusa watched him intently.
"Tsuna, I'm ready," Mukuro's voice yelled from the front door. "Let's go."
"That was quick," the Vongola thought to himself, standing up from his chair and walking down the hallway. Mukuro was indeed waiting for him by the front door, wearing a slim fit black and white t-shirt and faded straight leg jeans. Tsuna's eyes looked the Most Guardian up and down, taking in his appearance. It was strange to see Mukuro in anything other than his school uniform.
"Wow," Tsuna began breathlessly, taking a step forward. "You look hot." Mukuro's content smile faded as an awkward silence ate the mood that had been created and spat it back up on Tsuna's face. Tsuna paled quite a bit. Had those words really come out of his mouth? He was even more shocked to see Mukuro smirk and grab his hand.
"Thanks," was the appreciative reply as Mukuro led him through the door. "Maybe that means I'll have a chance next to you."
"Huh?" Tsuna started, but gave up on an answer once they approached the nearest train station.
A/N: Read and review, you people! Prima Data is Italian for First Date.