"WHERE THE FUCK IS THAT PLANT THAT SCARED KYOKOOOO?" Ryohei broke down Tsuna's bedroom door for the second time, his loud voice plus the resulting crash making Tsuna scream and bodily jerk himself off the bed. Oh so suddenly, he wasn't tired anymore…

He yelped again when he met a pair of eyes beneath his bed, duo-colored. Oh, wait – Mukuro was hiding under his bed… he had forgotten for a moment. His forehead thumped against the floor as he groaned. "Big brother… how'd you get in?" Now, that was a stupid question; he vaguely remembered not locking the door after his friends left. He sat up and rubbed his now bruised ribs. He had landed on his front.

"I extremely broke down your front door!"

"Hiiiee? Was that necessary?"

"IT WAS IN MY WAY!"

"HIIEEE!" So scary!

"WHERE'S THE PLANT?"

"U-uh… plant?"

"THE PLANT THAT SCARED KYOKOOO!"

"N-not here!" Oh, great… he had lied on instinct; was he really being that untruthful lately that it came naturally?

"WHERE IS IT?"

"G-Gokudera burned him!" Damn, lying was becoming easier for him! But, then again, that was also the truth… it just so happened that Gokudera had burned him a very long time ago and had failed.

And then he realized his verbal mistake; double damn it.

"WHERE?" Okay, so Ryohei hadn't noticed that he had called the plant a 'him'.

"I-I don't know!" He was going to give him a heart attack!

Ryohei looked around the room with narrowed, angry eyes as if a clue must have been left behind for him to follow. "THAT PLANT IS LUCKY… TO THE LIMIIIIT!"

Tsuna was shaking where he sat. "I-is that so?" Why was he so loud?

"I was gonna settle this like men!"

"… With your fists?" Against a plant? Well, sure, Mukuro could defend himself, but Ryohei didn't know that! … Or at least didn't know that he had fists.

"EXTREME!"

Ryohei grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and lifted him to his feet. Tsuna stared up into the violent gunmetal grey eyes glaring down at him. "… Are you okay?"

He blinked. Well, that wasn't what he had expected… "Yeah… why?"

"You've been living with that plant! What if it had done that to you instead of Kyoko?" Even when he was talking with an indoor-voice, he still growled and grunted his words.

"W-well, uh…" He couldn't quite say that he knew Mukuro wouldn't, because that would lead to an explanation that would make even Ryohei superstitious, and he couldn't think of a lie to assure him either. "… H- it… didn't… do that to me instead of Kyoko?"

There was a small silence in which Tsuna wasn't sure if Ryohei was going to sock him or accept his poor reasoning.

"… YOU'RE EXTREMELY RIGHT!" Ryohei shoved him back onto the bed. "SORRY FOR WAKING YOU UP SO EARLY! I'LL GO FIND OCTOPUS-HEAD NOOOOWW!" With those final words, he ran out of Tsuna's room and down the stairs, his every footstep like thunder.

Tsuna stared after him. "… Hiiee… Now I have to call Gokudera so he isn't confused – HIIEE!" It was only 4 in the morning! Gokudera and Yamamoto had only left an hour ago, what were the chances that they would be awake or even capable of being woken up?

He thought of Ryohei crashing into Gokudera's apartment and the damaging fight that would ensue if the silverette had no clue what was going on while sleep deprived; it was best to at least try.

"Oh, yeah!" He got off the bed and ducked down, looking under his bed. "Are you okay, Mukuro?" The mound of roots nodded. "Heh heh… I was kind of worried you would think big brother to be a bad guy… don't worry, though; he's just really… loud. And strong. … And challenging." He smiled sheepishly. "Well, I'm going to call Gokudera now and then I'll be back, okay?" Another nod.

He hunted down his cell phone and went through the contact list until he came upon Gokudera's number. "Please pick up, pick up, pick up…"

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"Nn… Nha… M-mmm…" Hands clawed into pale blue sheets, eyes squeezed tightly shut as a trickle of drool seeped down his chin. "O-oh god, m-more…" His chest was digging into the bed, ass raised high with his knees far apart. His breathing was erratic, heartbeat uncontrollable, and a mound of tension was winding painfully in the pit of his stomach. "Hayato!"

The baseball player was beneath the pale Italian, copper eyes flickering open before sealing shut again as the silverette struck his prostate endlessly, wave after wave of pleasure all but crippling him. He let loose small moans and low whines, hips snapping back with every forward thrust of his lover's hips.

Gokudera, nails digging into the other's hips, chest burning with every sucked-in breath, and eyes lit a glow-in-the-dark green with lust, was damn pleased his lover wasn't a screamer; it was just too annoying to have someone wail and cry like they were being raped. "M-more? Fine… take more." He twisted his hips, turning Yamamoto sideways and throwing one of his legs over his shoulder.

Yamamoto groaned, long and low as his eyes hazed blindly over. "Hayato…"

"Takeshi…" In such intimate situations, it didn't bother him when they used each other's first names; no, he damn well preferred it. Though he would beat Yamamoto to death if the idiot tried to use it outside the bedroom… or the kitchen… or the shower… or whatever place they were currently fucking each other's brains out at. "Y-you close?" He knew he was.

"Y-yeah…" Yamamoto back created a perfect arch as Gokudera grabbed his erection and steadily pumped it in rhythm with their actions. "Hayato!"

Gokudera groaned when his actions resulted in Yamamoto's sheath squeezing around him, so tight he wasn't even sure if he could move. "C-close…" He was so very close… and he could see that Yamamoto was to, their beat becoming irregular and soft grunts escaping both of them.

"Nn!" Yamamoto came across his belly and chest as well as the bed, body becoming slack shortly thereafter.

"T-" Gokudera would have followed him, would have let himself be dragged into exhausted oblivion with the twitching of Yamamoto's inner muscles and then finally fall asleep with the possibility of never waking up, had his phone remained silent.

'Hiiiee! Gokudera, why are you recording this? What do you mean it's for a ringtone? G-Gokudera, that's embarrassing! I don't care if it's so you know it's me calling, can't you just choose a song to represent me? Well, why don't you record Yamamoto's voice for a ringtone too, then! Y-you did? Oh… What does that sound like – '

"Tenth!" He was painfully hard, extremely horny, about to explode, and his beloved friend was calling him at 4 in the morning (which could only mean something bad)! The night (or morning) was turning out to be terrible. "Are you alright?" He wailed into the mouthpiece.

"A-ah, hi, Gokudera…" Tsuna coughed awkwardly on the other end of the line. "I – uh… might have done something bad…"

"Mah mah, is Tsuna okay?" Yamamoto drowsed, languidly moving so that he could rest his head between Gokudera's shoulder blades and wrap his arms around his waist.

"… Are you at Yamamoto's?" Tsuna must have heard the baseball player's voice.

"Hah hah! Nope, I'm at Gokudera's!" Yamamoto, now close enough to hear his friend's voice, replied for the flushed silverette. "I didn't want my old man to catch me coming home so late. So I'm going to call him tomorrow morning and say that I forgot to tell him that I was staying the night at Gokudera's."

"O-oh… Well, guys… I kind of told big brother that, um… Gokudera burned the plant… so…"

Both lovers went quiet, drawing up the same conclusion. "The lawn-head's on his way here?" Gokudera growled.

"Mah mah, don't get angry, Gokudera~" Yamamoto smirked against his throat. "Here…" He purred too softly for Tsuna to hear. "I'll make you feel better."

The silverette sucked in a deep breath. "N-nn!"

"Gokudera? Are you alright?" Tsuna's worried voice came over the cell phone.

"Y-yes, Tenth! Everything's alright!" Except Yamamoto was jacking him off while he was trying to talk to his beloved friend! And he was doing a damn good job, too. Gokudera moved the phone as far away from him as he could while he moaned low in his throat. His moan turned into a hiss as Yamamoto's cum-covered fingers rubbed his puckered orifice. Damn, Yamamoto was going to get back at him for earlier… "Don't w-worry, Tenth! I'll take c-care of the lawn-head when he ge-ets here!"

"Gokudera, are you sure you're alright – " Yamato took the phone from Gokudera.

"Don't worry about him, Tsuna; he's just trying not to yawn! It's been a really long night."

"A-are you sure?" Even Tsuna wasn't quick to believe that.

"You know how Gokudera is when he's talking with you. He thinks that yawning while talking to you is disrespectful." Gokudera bit his bottom lip; Yamamoto had just slipped a finger in… he was so mother fucking close!

"Well, I guess you're right…"

"Hah hah! Is that all, Tsuna?"

"Yeah… sorry for causing more trouble for you guys."

"Don't worry; it's no trouble at all! We'll see you tomorrow, Tsuna!"

"Kay, good night, guys; and, Yamamoto? Please don't let Gokudera and Ryohei cause too much damage."

"Gotcha!"

"Say goodbye to Gokudera for me."

"Yep!" Tsuna hung up and Yamamoto flipped the phone shut, humming pleasantly. "Now, where were we…" Gokudera gave him a peeved expression. "Oh, yeah! We were in you~" he added a second finger, squeezing his palm around Gokudera's length to stop him from cumming. He was far from done with him.

"B-bastard!" Gokudera panted. "Let me fucking cum or I swear I will fuck you so hard you'll never be able to run bases again."

"Mah mah, Gokudera, you're not really in any position to talk~"

"Idiot!"

"I just wanna feel you all around me~"

"Fuck me after I cum!"

"Hmm… Nope! 'Cause then you'll just fall asleep and I can't have that."

"You're such a masochistic asshole." A third finger and Gokudera bucked his hips into the intrusion.

Yamamoto procured a string (amazing what could be lying around) and secured it around the base of Gokudera's length. "Ready?"

"Just fucking do me."

"Gotcha!"

It would be another three hours before Ryohei realized that he had completely forgotten where Gokudera lived. By then, the two lovers were asleep, contently wrapped around each other.

Author's Note: This was why the story was rated M~ though I do promise more in the future!