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Warnings: fluff, swearing, A LOT of crack pairings, and a BIT of hetero and shoujo-ai action – don't freak out ;P
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Okinawa, 10.59pm
Tsuna told them to talk to each other, but even after dinner and several hours of free time neither Gokudera nor Yamamoto attempted to start any conversation – or any eye contact. It was as though they had rewind back to zero, and the two were strangers once again – the only difference being that they both knew that wasn't the case.
They wanted each other – that was clear to both of them now, and once it was out in the open, the fact was undeniable. Because of this, it was even more difficult for them to face each other because both of them knew full well that it wasn't possible – not when Yamamoto still had Hibari.
So there they were, sitting on separate beds in the uncomfortable silence that was rapidly becoming a familiar atmosphere. Gokudera played games on his mobile to distract himself whilst Yamamoto sat and ruminated on his bed, occasionally glancing at the silvernette who pretended to not notice.
On the other hand, Tsunayoshi sat on the middle-bed in between the two, looking back and forth, awkwardly observing his two closest friends. He could tell that they had feelings for each other – in a way, he always a hunch about it, and he wanted things to work out between them. He didn't like seeing them giving each other the silent treatment in this way – none of them did. But all the same, he understood the situation and knew that he could do nothing to help, nor was it his place to interfere.
The long, torturing silence was disrupted when Tsuna's phone beeped as a text message delivered.
Gokudera and Yamamoto looked up at the same time, meeting each other's eyes for a second, before both of them quickly turned away from each other.
Tsuna, having seen the moment, inwardly sighed before he opened the text message.
It was from Mukuro.
[Girls and alcohol all set! All three of you, my room, now.]
Tsuna rolled in his lips. The idea of breaking the rules, going into another person's room after curfew – especially a room with both guys and girls inside, and having alcohol thrown into the mix already did not hold any appeal to him. Tsuna was terrified of getting caught – all of them could be suspended or worse for all he knew. In addition, the situation between Gokudera and Yamamoto was clearly not fitting for a party atmosphere at this moment.
Trusting his theory that his friends would most certainly decline the offer, Tsuna said, "Ah…Mukuro told us to go to his room for girls and alcohol, but if you two don't want to go then-"
"Sure," unexpectedly, Gokudera replied almost immediately, causing Tsuna's eyes to widen – he was sort of expecting that all of them would decide not to go. Gokudera continued, "I need some alcohol to clear my head."
Yamamoto glanced at the silvernette for a moment, before he also said, "Yeah…I wouldn't mind drinking a bit, either."
Thus, Tsuna was left with no choice but to reluctantly follow his two friends as they headed out of the room in the middle of the night. The boy was secretly hoping Gokudera and Yamamoto wouldn't accept Mukuro's invitation, but since that was not the case, he decided he would go along anyways – Tsuna was too worried by the tension between his two best friends not to do so.
Stepping out of the room, a gut feeling told Tsuna that this was a bad idea…and it wasn't only because they were breaking the rules.
Okinawa, 11.12pm
"Finally, the last three fine gentlemen has arrived~," Mukuro spoke dramatically as he ushered Gokudera, Yamamoto and Tsuna into his room.
The bedroom was rather crowded with people. Chikusa was by the fridge, mixing whiskey with coke and soda; Kyoko, Haru and Chrome were sitting on the floor in a circle, all with drinks in their hands; and Ken and Bel were fighting over a packet of crisps on the sofa, already, a few empty Bacardi bottles on the table beside them.
Gokudera immediately walked up to Chikusa and grabbed a glass whilst Yamamoto and Tsuna got pulled off by Mukuro to sit on the bed with him, handing both of them a bottle of Bacardi each.
A few more bottles from that point on, was when they started to play the 'game'.
"Kufufu~, alright~," Mukuro stood up on his bed, clinking two empty bottles together to call for attention. Once everyone turned to look at him, he smirked, "Let's play."
"Ushishi~, play?" The blonde prince grinned.
Mukuro hopped down to sit on the bed before he started explaining, "The game is called 'King'. In my hands are ten cards for us ten people – two of them are jokers, black and red, and one of them is a King. I'll shuffle them and give them all out, and then whoever gets the King can order the jokers to do whatever he or she wants. But here's the catch: you won't know who got the jokers until the order is set, and if you refuse, you have to drink five shots of whiskey each~, kufufufu~." Mukuro chuckled, taking another drink from his bottle before he continued, "All of you must play! No exceptions!"
"Ushishi~ how could the prince not join a game with the name 'King' in it~," Bel snickered.
"All the girls are playing~," Haru immediately concluded without even consulting with the other two girls.
Tsuna wasn't too sure, being the only one who hadn't drank a full bottle yet, "Um…"
"No exceptions, Tsunayoshi-kun," Mukuro smirked, forcing Tsuna to join the forming circle on the carpet floor.
Tsuna sighed, knowing there was no way he could argue with Mukuro, "Ah… well… okay."
"Don't worry, Tsuna! If you're in, I'm in!" Gokudera called from the other corner of the room. The silvernette was probably one of the people who had drunk the most by now.
"Ahaha, sounds cool, I'm in then," Yamamoto smiled, though at the corner of his eyes, he couldn't help but notice and be concerned about how much Gokudera was drinking.
Ken and Chikusa were already sitting on the carpet, and as everyone gathered around to complete the forming circle, the game began.
"Remember, you're all in now. No backing out~," Mukuro smirked as he gave out the cards.
There was a short moment of anticipation as each person flipped over their cards.
"I'm the King~!" Haru announced, cheerfully showing her King card over for everyone to see.
"Kufufu~ alright then. Order the jokers, your majesty," Mukuro instructed, a playful smirk on his lips.
"Hmm~ let's see…" Haru considered for a moment before her face split into a smile, "I know! The red joker must kiss the black joker on the cheek!"
"Oya, oya~ starting off with something cute, hm?" Mukuro smirked, "Turn yourselves in, jokers."
For a moment that everyone flipped their cards over to reveal who the jokers were, Yamamoto and Gokudera looked up at each other – both containing the mutual feeling of not wanting the other to be the joker. But almost as quickly as their eyes met, they turned away from each other.
The cards were exposed. Chrome had the red joker and Chikusa had the black joker.
"Kufufu~," Mukuro chuckled, "Go on then, my cute Chrome."
Chrome shyly got up on her knees and shuffled towards Chikusa before she quickly gave him a brief peck on his cheek, earning quite a reaction from the rest of the group. Chikusa was as expressionless as always, his only response being a nod as he adjusted his glasses. Ken, who was sitting beside Chikusa, frowned and turned away from his friend.
"Oya, good start~. Now, the next round~," Mukuro collected back the cards before he shuffled them and handed them out once again.
This time Chrome was the King.
"Ah…," she mumbled, "The jokers kiss each other on the cheek."
The cards were exposed. But as soon as they realized who the jokers were, everyone was grinning.
"Ahaha, two girls~," Yamamoto laughed lightly at the two jokers, Kyoko and Haru.
"Oh, this is too easy for us, ne, Kyoko-chan?" Haru smiled at Kyoko, who nodded back. The two easily gave each other light pecks on each other's cheek.
"Wait a second…," Tsuna started, "So that means…two guys can also be jokers?"
"Kufufu~, you just realized that, Tsunayoshi-kun?" Mukuro smirked, "That's where the catch comes in. If you can't do it… five pure whiskey shots."
Tsuna wasn't sure whether he was more terrified of the shots or the male on male action that was very likely to occur sooner or later since the male to female ratio in the room was quite unbalanced – 2:1 in actual fact.
The next round came, and Tsuna was relieved to find out that he was the King.
"Um…well…," Tsuna pondered upon what he should order the jokers to do. He would've said kiss on the cheeks, but that was already ordered twice…
"Oi! No-good Tsuna! Order something cool!" Ken said, poking Tsuna with an empty bottle.
"Ah, okay, well um…," Tsuna desperately tried to think of what to order before he spoke the first thought that came to his mind, "The black joker kisses the red joker…on the neck?"
"Ushishi~, this just got more interesting," Bel snickered, sipping his coke-whiskey mixture, before he flipped his card over: Black joker.
A blush formed on Kyoko's cheek, "Ah…I got the red joker…"
"Hm~ come here then, you're my princess for this round," Bel flashed a wide smile, before he pulled Kyoko closer and gave her a soft kiss on the neck, lingering long enough to make the girl's face flush even redder than before.
Tsuna looked at the scene and beat himself up for ordering that action in the first place.
"Kufufu~, next round~," Mukuro smirked as he gave out the cards for the fourth round.
Yamamoto tensed a little as he flipped his card over and found that it was a black joker.
Well…I could always drink instead…
"Ah. I'm King." Chikusa raised his hand, before he simply ordered, "Red joker kiss black joker on the lips."
Wha-…on the lips? Yamamoto didn't think they would progress to this stage so quickly, but he revealed his card anyways. "I got the black joker…"
Yamamoto immediately felt a pair of emerald eyes glaring at him.
"Kufufu~, guess I'm kissing you then, Ace," Mukuro smirked, showing Yamamoto his red joker card before he moved towards him.
Yamamoto shifted uncomfortably, "Uh…I'm dating someone, so I better drink-"
"Oya~, I won't allow that," Mukuro murmured playfully before he leaned in and kissed Yamamoto full-on the lips, not allowing any time for negotiation or argument.
Tsuna's eyes widened at the action and he immediately turned to look at Gokudera – who was harshly drinking down a whole glass of whiskey and soda mixture.
I knew this was a bad idea… the brown-haired boy thought.
Gokudera, on the other hand, was literally pissed off.
The fuck are you doing you fucking baseball idiot… he slammed the glass down on the carpet as he finished the last drop.
Mukuro moved away after a short moment, smirking as he whispered, "I hope this will annoy your beloved head prefect, kufufu~."
Yamamoto smiled dryly. Hibari already has enough reason to kill me as it is…
The next round of cards was given out, and Yamamoto was once again stressed when he found out that he received the very same black joker.
"Oh, I'm King," Kyoko smiled lightly, before she ordered, "I'll go easy on you – just a kiss on the cheek from the black joker to the red joker."
Yamamoto sighed inwardly. At least this one's better than the last…
But the relief never left for long when he soon found out who held the red joker.
"I'm the red joker," Gokudera said, throwing his card on the floor.
"Ah…I'm the black joker," Yamamoto mumbled awkwardly.
Gokudera immediately glared at him once again in disbelief.
Are you fucking kidding me? What sort of retarded, messed-up joke is this?
Yamamoto avoided meeting Gokudera's eyes – which only resulted to pissing the silvernette off even more.
"Get on with it then~!" Ken ordered, "Don't tell me you're gonna back out from a kiss on the cheek?"
Gokudera turned his glare on Ken, "Of course not." The silvernette then turned towards Yamamoto, though avoiding looking into his eyes, "Go on. Just fucking do it already."
Yamamoto rolled in his lips, before he sighed and moved over to Gokudera. Just one kiss on the cheek. That's all.
Yamamoto tried to convince himself that he was only doing this because it was part of the game and it would look strange if he didn't obey to a relatively 'light' command – but a small yet significant part of him knew full well why he was really going through with this.
It was because he wanted to. At least just once more, he wanted to feel Gokudera.
And without realizing it, Gokudera was also going through with the kiss for the exact same reason.
As Yamamoto got closer, Gokudera turned his face to one side, crossing his arms and closing his eyes as he pretended that his heart wasn't beating as fast and hard as it actually was – hoping Yamamoto wasn't close enough to hear or feel it. Gokudera didn't want Yamamoto to know how much of an effect the other's slightest touch had on him.
Observing Gokudera, Yamamoto gently leaned over and softly pressed his lips on the silvernette's cheek – in a manner so slow and careful that it made blood rush to Gokudera's face. Yamamoto lingered just a moment longer, taking in the silvernette's mixed shampoo and tobacco scent before he moved away.
That lingering moment was enough for both of them to realize what they truly wanted.
Gokudera turned to face Yamamoto, looking up into those deep chocolate eyes with his own emerald ones, and as soon as their eyes locked, they knew. They knew how they felt about each other, even without words being spoken or dramatic actions being pulled. Just one look in each other's eyes was enough for both to completely understand what the other felt.
It was bittersweet as Yamamoto moved back to his seat – their eyes never once leaving one another.
The two of them almost didn't notice the next round of cards being given out – too absorbed in that moment, too unwilling to break it.
"I'm King!" Ken's loud outbreak called everyone's attention to him. "The jokers have to kiss for ten seconds!"
"Ushishi~, well, the prince is the red joker~," Bel announced, smiling in his typical Cheshire-cat way.
It wasn't until then that Gokudera realized he was the one with the black joker.
"Oh, hell no," Gokudera immediately reached out for the pure whiskey shots.
"Aw~, is Dynamite too scared to kiss the prince?" Bel teased.
"No. You just disgust me, too fucking much," Gokudera spat, before he downed five whiskey shots. Bel just shrugged, snickering before he reached out for his own share of whiskey shots.
The next round came along, and this time Yamamoto was King.
"Ahaha, I'm just going with an easy kiss on the forehead," he laughed lightly, though he kept glancing at Gokudera who was now turning just the slightest bit red from all the alcohol he'd been drinking.
It was Chikusa and Chrome once again, and as Chikusa gently kissed Chrome on the forehead, Ken was agitated with anger.
"Okay! That's enough!" Ken yelled as he pulled Chikusa away from Chrome, "Stupid Kakipii!"
Mukuro chuckled at the two as he collected the cards and gave them out once again.
"Ushishishi~, finally, the prince got the King~," Bel spoke in a sing-song voice before he grinned, the smile splitting his face.
During this time, Yamamoto's phone beeped, and immediately, Mukuro crawled over to look over the baseball player's shoulders, reading the text displayed on the screen.
[Call if you're not asleep.]
"Oya, oya~, a love message from your dear Hibari, hm?" Mukuro chuckled, wrapping his arms around Yamamoto's shoulders.
"Ah… yeah," Yamamoto replied honestly, glancing at Gokudera who was also looking right back at him. Gokudera wasn't glaring this time, but somehow, that made it even worse.
For Gokudera, Hibari's text message was like a wakeup call.
It didn't matter how Yamamoto felt about him – nor did it matter how he felt about Yamamoto. It didn't matter whether they felt the same way about each other or not, because either way, it was impossible. Yamamoto was in a relationship with Hibari, and Gokudera knew the baseball player wasn't the type of person who would break up with someone that easily. Gokudera also had a very good idea of how Yamamoto felt about Hibari – he saw Yamamoto's smile, the way his eyes sparkled in that special way reserved only for Hibari. Even if Yamamoto might have some feelings for him, Gokudera knew it wasn't enough. The feelings Yamamoto had for Hibari were stronger than the ones he had for Gokudera – the silvernette could tell.
And damn…did the truth hurt.
"The prince orders the red joker to love-bite the black joker~," Bel announced with a huge smile.
Gokudera smirked bitterly once he saw his card: a red joker. Perfect timing, huh.
"Ah! Haru's the black joker!" Haru said, flipping her card open.
Gokudera took another sip from his glass before he showed Haru his card with a smirk. Haru giggled before she obediently shuffled over to the silvernette.
Gokudera didn't even hesitate for a moment as he bent over and bit his lips down on the curve of Haru's neck, biting and sucking both erotically and mercilessly, causing the dark-haired girl to squirm.
"G-Gokudera-kun…," Haru stuttered, grabbing Gokudera's shoulder, her face blushing fiercely red.
Yamamoto, who was about to send a text message back to Hibari, paused as he saw the scene, fully aware of how Gokudera's emerald eyes looked intently into his own, never once breaking eye contact as he bit Haru.
Yamamoto frowned, putting his cell phone down to grab a shot of whiskey.
Gokudera inwardly smirked. That's right, you idiot. Look at me not giving a fuck about you. Tch.
Once Gokudera was done, he moved away, not even glancing at Haru who had an obvious dark red bruise marked on her neck. The silvernette's emerald eyes were on Yamamoto and Yamamoto alone.
"Kufufu~, well this is getting more intense~," Mukuro smiled as he gave out the next round of cards, before his smile widened once he saw his own card. "And I'm finally the King~ I've been waiting for this…"
The ex-Kokuyo leader paused for effect before he gave his order, "I order the jokers to kiss...with tongue." Mukuro slyly stuck his tongue out to emphasize his point.
"I'm a joker," Ken muttered, flipping his card over – the animalistic blonde was still rather annoyed by the Chikusa and Chrome action a while ago.
Chikusa glanced at him, before he flipped his card over too, "I got a joker, too."
Ken momentarily looked at the megane before he pulled Chikusa into a rough, deep kiss that was obviously too passionate for just game purposes – and as though the kiss alone wasn't shocking enough, Chikusa managed to surprise everyone even more by wrapping his arms around Ken's neck. Everyone in the circle stared at the two ex-Kokuyo students, apart from Mukuro, who was chuckling by himself as usual.
"Kufufu~, I always knew they had thing for each other~," Mukuro smirked, sipping his drink and observing the kiss as though he was watching an enjoyable movie.
After the long kiss was over, the next round of cards was given out.
"Huh. I'm King," Gokudera said, flipping over his King card before he carelessly ordered, "The black joker kiss the red joker on the lips then give them a kiss mark or something…"
Gokudera wasn't really thinking about his orders, but he immediately regretted it once he saw Tsuna desperately shaking his head at him.
Oh shit…
"Ah…well, um…I'm the red joker…," Tsuna mumbled, nervously turning over his card.
The smirk on Mukuro's face only made it worse. "Kufufufu~, oya, what a coincidence. I'm the black joker."
Gokudera was already so pissed off at this point that he didn't even consider the consequences as he drank down two more pure whiskey shots. Yamamoto gave him a stern look from across the circle, but Gokudera decided that he couldn't care less what Yamamoto thought.
Why the hell should I care? Clearly the moron has someone else he should be fucking caring about, me drinking or not drinking is none of his fucking business…
"Ah, Mukuro…um, can we not…," Tsuna tried to negotiate, but it was futile.
"Of course we aren't going to back out from this, Tsunayoshi-kun~," Mukuro smirked, before he pulled Tsuna in for a kiss. Tsuna stiffened, his eyes wide open as he tried to push Mukuro away. Mukuro chuckled into the kiss before he moved down to press a kiss on Tsuna's neck. The brown-haired boy shivered, not knowing exactly how he should feel about the entire situation.
Mukuro kissed Tsuna on the neck just enough to form a visible red mark, "Kufufu~, there you go. A kiss and a kiss mark."
Tsuna rolled in his lips, mumbling, "…I knew this was a bad idea…"
"What was that?" Mukuro wanted to know, though the smirk on his face gave it away that he already knew what Tsuna had said.
Tsuna shook his head, "Ah, it's nothing…"
Mukuro smirked before he once again recollected the cards and handed them back out.
"Alright then~, on to the next round~."
Fujiyoshida, 00.18am
Hibari lay on his hotel bed, occasionally rolling to his front or to his side. It had been a while now since he sent the text message to Yamamoto, but there was still no reply. The Skylark wondered whether Yamamoto had already fallen asleep, or was there something else? Usually, Hibari would never have been suspicious, but ever since that phone call that sounded so unlike Yamamoto that it was worrying…Hibari couldn't help but wonder what was actually going on in the younger's life at Okinawa.
Huh. It seems I've really got it bad… Hibari thought – partially pitying himself but also partially glad that he was able to feel this way again. How long has it been…a year?
Hibari sighed. It's a wonder how internal pain numbs but never really goes away, whereas external pains eventually heal in time as long as you stay alive. Internal pains are more threatening in that way.
Even now, I don't know if I still…The Skylark shook his head, ridding himself of that face he'd always been trying to forget. The face of someone who disappeared right after the first night they spent together, leaving nothing but a short note saying goodbye.
"Kyou-san, is something bothering you?" Kusakabe, who had just re-entered the room, asked in concern.
Hibari glanced at his deputy head prefect, "…no." The Skylark then slowly pushed himself up, brushing his own hair backwards as he got off the bed.
"Are you going somewhere, Kyou-san?" Kusakabe questioned as he saw Hibari picking up his cell phone and walking towards the door.
"Hn. The outdoor public onsen – there were too many people this evening," Hibari replied before he exited the room without saying anything more.
Okinawa, 1.34am
It was over one in the morning, Mukuro's room stank of alcohol, empty bottles were scattered all over the floor, and the game was still going on. Everyone in the room was more or less drunk by then and French kisses and upper body fondling didn't seem like such a big deal any longer. The longer the game went on the further the 'King's' orders got, and the less the jokers minded.
"I'M KING!" Ken yelled with both arms up, before he demanded, "French kiss between the jokers! Do it!"
Gokudera and Chrome were the jokers, and Gokudera wasn't the least bit bothered. In fact, Gokudera was rather satisfied with being joker – because joker cards meant more opportunities to annoy Yamamoto. The silvernette noticed that the more he kissed other people, the more Yamamoto frowned and drank – and hell, did he love torturing the baseball player. Gokudera wanted Yamamoto to feel the jealousy for once – tie him up in his shoes and make him feel the envy.
As Gokudera deeply kissed Chrome, Yamamoto just sat there with one hand on his head whilst the other held a glass of whiskey-soda mix to his lips, gulping down the drink every time Gokudera's lips moved against another person's. Yamamoto hated it. Those lips, that kiss…he wanted to be the only one to be able to claim them – though he knew how unfair that was of him. So he drank more alcohol to stop himself from thinking, but it did little help.
"Oya, oya~, that's enough Smoking Bomb~. Get off my cute Chrome~," Mukuro pulled Chrome away from Gokudera and held her protectively in his arms. Chrome – drunk – just giggled before snuggling up to her twin brother.
Mukuro had stopped giving out the cards by then, handing over the job to Chikusa instead. The megane was also drunk, but it was hard to tell because he acted exactly the same way he always did.
The next round of cards was handed out.
"Ha, I'm King again," Gokudera slurred a little as he talked, "Go on then, red joker lick the black joker's ear…and make sure it's fucking sexy."
The jokers were Ken and Chikusa again, for who-knew-how-many-times in the night, and it was suspicious to whether Chikusa did some card trick to make sure that Ken and Chikusa got the jokers every other round.
Chikusa expressionlessly licked Ken's ear, though his cheeks were dusted slightly pink. Ken responded by pulling Chikusa into a passionate kiss even without any orders.
"My, my, stop it you two~!" Haru giggled, half-covering her eyes, her face bright red both from the game and the alcohol.
At that point, an unexpected guest arrived.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Three sharp knocks on the door. Everyone turned to look.
Mukuro raised an eyebrow, "Hm~ I'll get it. You all just continue with the next round~."
The mismatched-eyed rebel swayed slightly as he walked towards the door, but as soon as he opened it, the face of the person who stood before him nearly shocked him sober.
"The fuck are you doing here?" Mukuro asked in disbelief.
The other students in the room turned to face the newcomer as well, before they all tensed when they saw the smiling face of the white-haired albino who was their Headmaster.
"Oh, that's not cute, Mukuro-kun," Byakuran smiled, tugging lightly on Mukuro's cheeks. Mukuro tried to push Byakuran out of the door, but in his drunken state, he was easily overpowered. Byakuran took the initiative to make his way into the room and immediately sat down comfortably on the empty loveseat. He smiled lightly at all the students that stared up at him, all of them half-drunk and half-terrified. Byakuran chuckled, "So, what's going on in here? Alcohol? Sex games? Go on then, tell me."
Everyone stayed silent, naturally – partly because they didn't know how to answer and partly because they were still taking in Byakuran's presence.
"Oh, you all are so adorable, blinking at me like that," Byakuran chuckled once again, "Don't worry, if you let me stay and have a few drinks, I promise I won't tell." Byakuran did a crossing motion over his heart to emphasize his point.
The other students were too dumbstruck to reply, so Byakuran turned towards Mukuro. "What do you say, Mukuro-kun? Let me stay, watch your game, and keep you all safe; or chase me out and have all of you suspended?"
Mukuro glared at Byakuran, "…asshole."
Byakuran just smiled, "You should be thanking me, Mukuro-kun, I'm doing you and your friends such a favor~."
Mukuro slammed the door shut and locked it, muttering, "…fucking perverted pedophile."
And again, Byakuran just laughed and smiled.
"Alright, ALRIGHT! So what if the headmaster's here, let's keep playing~!" Ken, too drunk and too animalistic to care about anything else but entertainment at this point, called out before snatching the cards from Chikusa's hand and handing them out himself.
"Ah, I'm King…," Yamamoto said, showing the card. He was partially worried whether one of the jokers was Gokudera, but he knew he couldn't just order something 'light' for that reason. So he stuck to the basics. "Okay, French kiss then."
Yamamoto couldn't describe his relief when the two jokers turned out to be Mukuro and Chrome.
"Ushishi~, incest~, how interesting~," Bel snickered.
Mukuro smirked, scooping Chrome up into his arms before he gently kissed her, occasionally opening his eyes to glance challengingly at Byakuran. The Headmaster's face was still plastered with a smile, but if one was to look close, they could tell that he was annoyed to some degree.
The next round came.
"Haru's king this time~!" Haru called out happily before she stood up and dramatically announced her orders, "Passionate kissing with tongue, standing up! And I want the jokers to put some acting into it! Make it sexy!"
"Ushishishi~, the prince could do that," Bel snickered as he threw his black joker on the floor.
Mukuro smirked as he copied Bel's action by also throwing his red joker onto the floor, "Kufufu~, you better get ready, prince."
Bel smiled widely, before he pulled Mukuro into his arms and kissed him in an erotic way, biting the other's bottom lip. Mukuro on the other hand was fully aware of Byakuran's eyes on him, thus, he fully kissed Bel back, wrapping his arms around the prince's neck and running his fingers through Bel's blonde hair for effect.
"Nnnh- fuck, you're so hot," Mukuro murmured breathily, just loud enough for Byakuran to hear.
Bel knew Mukuro was putting on an act, but he didn't mind. The prince enjoyed the compliment and kissing Mukuro nonetheless.
Byakuran on the other hand was visibly on the verge of breaking something as he grabbed Bel's half-empty bottle and downed the rest of it in one gulp.
After that, came the next round.
Bel was King this time. "Ushishi~, alright, the prince wants to see some making out~."
And as though fate was playing on Mukuro's side, Mukuro was a joker once again – only this time, the other joker was Yamamoto – a fact that Gokudera did not appreciate in the very least.
Mukuro swayed over to Yamamoto and wrapped his arms around the other's neck, whispering quietly into his ear, "Look, Ace, help me out, 'kay? I'm trying to piss off that white-haired jerk-face over there…"
After he finished saying that, Mukuro captured Yamamoto's lips with his own, pressing his body to Yamamoto's and moaning softly into the kiss. Yamamoto was slightly taken aback by how forward Mukuro was, but decided to keep the kiss as realistic as possible without contacting Mukuro's tongue with his own. However, Mukuro didn't just stop there. He reached over for Yamamoto's hand and pulled it towards himself before placing it on his own butt, grinding against Yamamoto in the process.
Opening his eyes, pulling back from the kiss, and looking right at Byakuran – Mukuro moaned a little once again, "Ah- mm… Yamamoto…"
By this point, Gokudera was gripping his empty bottle so hard that it was a wonder why the bottle didn't shatter in his hand. The silvernette was extremely pissed. Gokudera was the only one who had the right to make the other jealous through this game – Yamamoto didn't. Yamamoto already did that more than enough in reality with Hibari by his side.
Byakuran, on the other hand, could not stand Mukuro's attitude and how he's being touched by everyone else any longer. The Headmaster abruptly stood up and grabbed Mukuro's wrist, pulling him away from Yamamoto and dragging him out of the room – not caring even if Mukuro hit him, yelled at him, insulted him…Byakuran just needed his Mukuro by his side, right then and there.
Chikusa knew it was coming to this between Byakuran and Mukuro sooner or later, so he just continued to hand out the cards.
Bel was once again the King. "Hehh? Again? Oh well~, the prince is getting bored of thinking~. Just some French kissing would be fine~."
Yamamoto sighed when he saw that his card was also, once again, a joker.
But then, he saw the other person who also had a joker, and his heart skipped a beat.
For the second time in the incredibly long night, Yamamoto and Gokudera were the two jokers.
As soon as Gokudera saw Yamamoto was the one he had to kiss, the level of annoyance he had with the entire situation had reached its limits. He no longer cared whether Yamamoto was dating anyone or not, or how many consequences this next step would create.
The silvernette just stood up and walked right up to Yamamoto before he pulled the other down into a violent, teeth-clashing, passionate kiss. The kiss started with anger and envy, a battle to show Yamamoto his dominance, power and control. But as the kiss continued and Yamamoto kissed him back, the emotions put into the kiss transferred from anger to hurt…then, eventually, vulnerability and weakness. Gokudera didn't know when he wrapped his arms around Yamamoto's neck and allowed Yamamoto to hold him closer, letting Yamamoto lead the kiss, explore his mouth in that lovely, breathtaking way that he did in the very first time their lips met.
A kiss filled with such real, true emotions that it caused Gokudera's eyes to burn.
Sensing this, Gokudera realized what he was doing and he immediately shoved Yamamoto away, rubbing his lips with the back of his hand, not meeting the other's eyes. But that didn't stop Yamamoto from noticing the tears brimming in the other's emerald orbs.
A hurricane of emotions within him, Gokudera stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him, whilst Yamamoto followed shortly behind. Tsuna, worried about his friends, also got up as well and followed the two. Bel, seeing that there was no fun left here, decided to leave too.
The party atmosphere went dead after that, and the game was over…
…it was time for reality to finally kick in.
A/N: Leaving you with a bit of a cliff-hanger here~. To tell you the truth, this was probably the most random chapter yet – lots of mixed pairings all over the place. And it needed very little description, because most of them were crack pairings, so I managed to finish this in just one night! ;) Hope all of you didn't mind the hetero-action going on… it kind of needed to happen! Sorry! xP
And yes, the 'King' game is real and people do go very far. I've played it numerous times…never really led up to anything good though xD
So~, next chapter will be the follow-ups of what had been going on in this chapter, including some 10069, B26, KenChiku and, of course, 8059 action. And oh, the majority of you voted for EnmaxTsuna~ so that'll be in as well! :D and maaaybe a little R27 if I feel like it ;P
As always, I love you all for reading and reviewing this story! ^_^ -cuddles-