Snowflake: Thank you for your Review, better late than never ;)I found the idea of an fearful Ryouhei hilarious, so I made him afraid of Zombies - every man Needs his fears! I wanted to make Lambo the hero, because he doesn't have much screentime in this Story...
Kururo Saruko: ... How do you now about that? You almost saw through a part of the next chapter! *lol* And it really was just supposed to be funny, like I said, I can't write serious stuff ...
Authors note: I have to inform you: After this one there will be just two more chapters. In between These there will be a huge time skip. But don't worry, After "Struggling" is finished the Story will continue under the Name: "Living and Loving" It will be the thrid part of my trilogy and it will take place when they are adults and Hayato becomes a woman.
The reason why I stop with "Struggling" is simple: I'm out of Ideas for their Highschool years XD but I have a whole lot of them for their adulthood. So look Forward to it!
But for now:
Enjoy or not, it's upt to you!
Boss
Kururo had gone upstairs to look for the chairman. She had found him sleeping in a puddle of blood and he looked really beaten, well not as bad as those guys littering around him on the ground. Somehow he reminded her of Snow-white. Black hair, white skin and red as blood. Then the members of the DC were the seven dwarfs and she the prince? At that she started laughing, which was a bad idea because it had woken up the prefect. And when it came to disturbing his sleep he wouldn't distinguish between friend and foe. How the hell should she explain those bruises to her parents?
Yamamoto and Inukami had met up with Chrome and Saruyama, now they searched for Sasagawa and Tsukino.
They met them in the main hall. Ryouhei looked relived to see his friends unscathed and threw himself at Yamamoto, who just laughed at his Senpais antics and pet his back. "Stop crowding around herbivores." Hibari came down from the stairs and had the unconscious Saruko slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Were are Tsuna and Gokudera?" the Rain guardian asked and looked around. His friends just shook their heads, they didn't know.
"Let's search for them." he said and they moved. Ryouhei grabbed Tsukinos sleeve again, because this guy could fight Zombies without turning into one himself.
As they walked around they cursed the bad lighting. They didn't see a damn thing. If they had used their brains a little they would have come to the same conclusion as Hayato and would use their box weapons as a source for light. Sadly Hayato was with Tsuna and they didn't had her smarts.
"I so don't want to do this." said Hayato as she walked downstairs behind Tsuna and Lambo, who had decided that he was a brave boy and could defeat monsters.
"Neither do I, but we don't have much of a choice." was the whispered answer.
"Gyhahaha the great Lambo isn't afraid of stupid monsters." if not for his wavering voice she would have believed him. They reached the end of the stairs and looked into some kind of huge surveillance room. A lot of Monitors were on the wall in front of them. Before it stood a desk and a chair with a real high back. Because of it they couldn't see if somebody sat there or not. But they heard someone typing away on a keyboard. On the monitors they saw some unconscious bodies, none of them were their friends, they felt relieved at that. The biggest screen showed a group of people walking around and another which met them.
"Now the real action will start." A female voice said and she chuckled, because her best people would win this fight without much effort. It seemed like she hadn't noticed her guests, but they didn't mind because they wanted to focus on the upcoming battle.
Suddenly the lights were switched on and they met other people. People with baseball-bats and other weapons.
"Now this is exactly what I like." Saru said and grinned. Hibari dropped Kururo and took out his tonfas: "Crowding is against the rules. I will bite you to death."
"Those aren't zombies right?" Ryouhei asked and reluctant he let go of Tsukinos sleeve who nodded. Yamamoto laughed and Inukamis dogs stood at attention. Chrome was ready to take them on with her illusions, she had a plan to follow. At the first war cry Kururo woke up and yawned, she had slept quite well, but now was the time to take action. With one swift motion she was up and in the centre of the fight.
Yamamoto took the guys with the bats on. They swung them wild around and it took him just little effort to avoid the blows. He used his sword skills to slice the metal bats in two, leaving just the handles for use. During all that he smiled friendly at his opponents. Some of them attempted to attack him barehanded from behind, but he sensed theire intention and knocked them out with the back of the blade. Sometimes he would hear a loud crack, which showed that he used too much force and broke some ribs. "Ups hahaha." he rubbed the back of his head.
Hibari wasn't as soft as the rain guardian. Without hesitation he slammed his tonfas against skulls or ribs, basking at the sound of breaking bones. The fearful cries of those herbivores gave him more fuel. He made sure not to let them stand up again. None of his enemies would be conscious after they had met his weapon.
Kururos blades met flesh and this time she made sure not to dig too deep, she didn't want to do first aid again. When her opponents crouched in pain she slammed the handle of the blade down on their necks, rendering them immobile. She had a light headache and was totally annoyed by it. Where did all those guy come from? There was no end to them!
Saruyama fought against people with wooden swords, showing off his totally awesome skills. The skills he had taught himself.
In reality he just swung the sword around and avoided attacks, Squalo would laugh at him. He jumped around like some monkey and even mocked his opponents. But somehow he overpowered the attackers and defeated them.
Tsukino did some awesome Kung-fu moves and blew the circle of people around him to the next wall. During his fight he made some strange sounds like "Whoashaa" or "Uwah". If that had any real propose wasn't clear but it seemed like he needed to do it.
Ryouhei did go all out. Punching people around like sandbags and going "extreme" with every move. He and Tsukino had the same tendency to blow people away and against walls. Sometimes Ryouhei would punched through a wall, because a guy could avoid his fist. But the same guy would faint on the spot because of the shock. They were lucky not to have their heads smashed.
But the scariest thing was the cooperation between Chrome and Inukami. She had put some illusion on his dogs, which made them look like some monsters. She even had created real illusions of dead animals, which attacked people. They were in a horror house with a story like that, so her creation had real impact on the enemies, who didn't expect their little trick to be put against them. Some freaked out and ran away, but outside of the mansion they were attacked by zombie dogs. A few of the people were bitten by the most fearsome and ruthless creature ever - the Chihuahua was at their throats the moment they attempted to attack his master.
Every time he had bitten someone he would jump back at Inukamis head, growling at whoever came too near. Once he had almost attacked Yamamoto who wanted to pet him. Luckily Inukami had given the small devil a harsh command and it focused on another guy. Yamamoto almost had lost a finger.
After that he slashed some more enemies down. There really was no end to them. Where the hell did she got that much subordinates?
Tsuna, Hayato and Lambo looked proud at the screen. The odds were against their people, but they overpowered the Bakeneko without much effort. That Chihuahua showed Tsuna just how dangerous those beasts were. Maybe now people would believe him? Lambo did some victory shout - he had seen Ryouhei punching three people at the same time, knocking them out. The chair swivelled around and the Boss of the Bakeneko gaped at them.
"When did you get here?" she said.
"Fifteen minutes and forty seconds ago." Hayato said quite smug.
The young woman was clad in some kind of Catwoman outfit and her black hair was bound into a tight ponytail. She stood up and held a whip as a weapon.
"You are breaking the copy right for that." Hayato pointed to the whip: "Choose another weapon." she glared.
"Don't sprout nonsense you perverted cross-dresser."
"Says the one in the fetish clothes." was the reply to that. Tsuna blushed, because he couldn't help but to imagine Hayato in this kind of clothes. Hell would she look hot. "This is no fetish outfit. I'm Catwoman, the boss of the Bakeneko clan!" she shouted, but couldn't hide the redness of her cheeks.
"Now that I look at you it is no wonder that you have so many people under you." here she laughed a little because she just made a silly pun. Even Tsuna snorted.
"You are just jealous. Because nobody will follow some tranny." she sounded smug saying that.
"I'm in the firm believe that quality is far better than quantity. Just look at your screen, our people have made a mess on the floor." Hayato made some kind of model pose (hand on hip and sticking it out while pointing at the screen) and Tsuna wished he had a camera at hand because she looked hot doing that. The Catwoman wannabe looked behind her and couldn't believe what she saw.
Her minions lay on the floor, unconscious - all fifty of them.
"So, now tell us where our teacher is." Hayato demanded.
"Just if you can finish me off. Let's make this the boss fight and see who really is superior. You or me. The winner will be the boss in town." Sawaki Hana demanded.
"No." was the simple answer.
"Why not? Are you afraid to loose to some real girl?"
"No. It's just that I'm not the boss, so it wouldn't be the boss fight." Catwoman looked like someone just slapped her.
"Then who is?"
"He." Hayato gestured to Tsuna who bowed politely as a greeting.
"Dame-Tsuna? Stop kidding me!" she shouted: "Everybody knows that he is a failure at everything he does. There is no way someone like that can be a gang boss!"
"Well he isn't."
"Hah - I knew it."
"He is the future boss of the most influential Italian Mafia Family." At that the fetish girl broke out in laughter: "I never heard a better joke!"
"That's the same reaction I had when I got the news two years ago." Tsuna didn't feel offended by her statement. She looked at his composed stature and calm face, but there was something in his eyes she couldn't quite grasp. It felt dangerous and stopped her laughing.
"I will not fight against a girl, it's against my policy." he said and with that gave Hayato the silent permission to fight in his stead.
"You wouldn't even be a match against me." she answered arrogantly and focused her attention on Hayato. They glared at each other and Tsuna used this opportunity to get out of the way. He didn't want any accidents to happen.
The first series of attacks was started by the Catwoman. She let her whip snap at Hayato, who ducked at the first strike and avoided a fatal blow. But with one move of her enemies wrist the weapon came crushing at her back. She stumbled forwards and cursed.
Close Combat like that was her weak point. Hayato wouldn't be able to use her dynamite, it would blow both of them up. For now she had to focus solely on defending. She needed to see through the pattern of her opponents attacks to be able to counter. Tsuna watched them and flinched every time Hayato was hit. He had to admit that this Sawaki person had real skills with her weapon, but she was nowhere near Dinos level.
Lambo pulled his pant leg and he looked at him.
"There is a door." he pointed at one corner near the screens. Tsuna nodded and got up from this real comfortable chair. As he moved through the room he had to avoid some of Catwomans attacks, because the whip would snap behind her every time she moved to prepare another strike. It seemed like Hayato had seen that, too. She made a short run and was within arms length of her enemy and punched her gut hard at the same time Tsuna opened the mysterious door.
He found the switch and turned on the light in this room. And he found his teacher.
Hayatos strike had left Sawaki breathless, she was almost vomiting onto the floor and Hayato curled her nose in disgust.
"Is that everything you've got?" she said and kicked her side to make a point. Tsuna, who just came out of the room with Nanashi, had seen that and scolded her.
"Hayato, that was really unnecessary. She is finished."
"Sorry..." But Sawaki wouldn't be the boss for nothing. She used this little moment of distraction to swoop Hayato off her feet. The storm guardian fell on her butt and made an "eep" sound. ("So cute" fanboyed Tsuna)
"I will kill you!" she leaped at Hayato with artificial claws and wanted to scratch her face, but Hayato grabbed her hands and held them away. It was clear as day that the silver haired beauty was stronger than the leather clad wench, but that didn't stop her struggle against Hayatos grip.
"God dammit! Just drop dead!" Hayato rolled over to sit atop her. She pulled at her hands as far as possible to get her upper body to move up. Than she used a lot of force to smash her down, making her head knock on the floor. The bitch was still not giving up and tried to get out of Hayatos grip, so she turned their positions with much difficulty.
Tsuna and Nanashi watched this fight with curiosity and fascination, somehow this reminded them of mud-wrestling, just without the mud. Lambo cheered Hayato on and threw mean names at the Catwoman imposter.
Then Hayato turned them around again and smirked.
"If you like cat claws that much, than it is time you see some real ones." She called Uri, who leaped onto her shoulder and looked down at the Catwoman. His eyes were glowing red and angry. The Boss of the Bakeneko clan shuddered in Horror, because she thought that this one was a real ghost cat. Uri jumped from Hayatos shoulder, walked over the stomach of his masters opponent and made a pause in front of her face.
He held up one paw and let his claws come out, one after the other and Tsuna would have sworn that he saw a sadistic smirk on the leopards face. In one swift move he let his hot claws slide over her face and neck. It was deep and drew blood. She screamed in horror and pain. But Uri wasn't finished he had a bill to pay. He jumped at her face and let all his anger out, scratching her until her arms got numb and she fainted from the shock. Hayato let her enemies arms drop and Uri jumped onto her shoulder, purring satisfied. She pet his cute little head and gave him some catnip as a token of gratitude.
Then she heard clapping and looked in the direction where it came from. Nanashi-sensei was deeply impressed at her taming ability and applauded at her victory. Lambo took some marker and drew doodles at the not scratched skin of this woman.
"That was a real cat-fight." Tsuna joked and Hayato blushed.
"I didn't have another choice, there was not enough room for my usual fighting style." she had to admit.
"You do things like that on a regular basis?" Nanashi asked confused.
"No. I just train for self-defence." she lied.
"Aha." Tsuna and Hayato exchanged a look and then grabbed Lambo and walked up the stairs.
Mister Axeman was now conscious and cursed at them and begged to be freed. Nanashi didn't ask, she just wanted to get out of there. Then they met the locked door. Hayato pulled out some dynamite ready to blow it up. Tsuna grabbed her hand and took it. He smiled at her.
"May I?"
"Sure." She took her teachers wrist and got a few stairs down, out of his way.
In the main hall the guys and Chrome put the lifeless bodies onto a pile, they needed some space to move on. Sadly they put the pile in front of the door to the basement, something Tsuna couldn't know.
He used his X-burner to break the door open and all the piled up people were thrown around the room, littering the floor one more time. Nine people sighed at the same time, so much to their hard work.
As the four came out of the basement they looked confused into annoyed faces, but that didn't last long because Inukami came onto them like a puppy which had missed it's owner. He hugged Nanashi close to his chest, she was a lot smaller then him. It made her blush furiously.
"Are you alright?" he checked her for wounds, but found just a bump on her head.
"I'm fine apart from a headache and some blurry memories." she said and grabbed his hands to stop him from touching her further. His dogs came up to them and she looked at them.
"How cute!" she got down and embraced both of this enormous dogs at once. They wagged their tails and licked her cheeks. And Inukami was head over heels, she was the first woman ever, who wasn't afraid of his boys.
Tsuna coughed a little to get the attention of his men (and women).
"Now that we defeated them, we should go home and celebrate."
"But Boss, what should we do with them?" Chrome asked shyly.
"Somebody should give the police an anonymous tip. And Mukuro, would you please be so kind as to mess a little with their memories? We wouldn't want the police to find out about us."
"Kufufu. I'm on it." Nanashi didn't even raise a brow at that, whatever it was, she had nothing to do with it.
When the police found the core members of this gang they questioned their sanity.
There were two who had a Pokemon stitched at their stomachs. One talked about eating brains and he even behaved like a zombie. A Ninja ended his sentence with: "Tebayo."
And they really didn't want to know what was up with this zoo maniacs.
But the most insane was the Boss, who would lick her hand after every word she said. Her confession was really long because of it. They had to close this strange case with the ridiculous words: "They had been defeated by the restless souls of the killed animals." There was no proof whatsoever that would incline that another organization had a hand in that. And one police officer had lost his job because he had neglected his duty to watch over Gokudera Hayato. Luckily she was unhurt and celebrated her leave from the hospital at Namimoris best Sushi restaurant.
Almost everyone was at the party, even Tsunas mother and co.
Hibari had just taken some Sushi with him, he didn't want to break out into hives because he spent too much time with a crowd.
Tsukino had gone home, because his wife and children waited with dinner for him.
Inukami sat at the counter together with their teacher and the both of them talked animatedly about dogs.
"Seems like he found the woman of his dreams." Saruyama said to Hayato in his drunken state.
"Really?"
"Yesss ma'am. He loves them all soft and pudgy, the smaller the better and when they are dog lovers - the best!" he slurred.
"hmm... and here I thought that he was some kind of player." Tsuna commented and sipped his drink.
"Is that sake?" Hayato asked.
"He isn't a player, he just seems like one, because of his friendly nature! It's not his fault that he was born as a hot guy! It's our fathers genes."
"EHH?" was a twin reaction from Boss and right hand.
"Kino, Inu and I have the same father, but different mothers." he said proudly and drank his sake with one gulp and filled his cup again.
"Then why do you call each other with your last names?" Hayato wanted to know.
"Because we all have the same given name: Charles - after our father, who was an English gentlemen and he loved Japanese woman. The four of them even lived together! Than he died and our mothers still live together." here he laughed and made the teens blush like mad. This story really shouldn't be told to everybody. And Hayato had thought she had a complicated family.
"And what kind of woman do you like?" Tsuna was curious.
"I don't like woman! I'm a proud gay!" he shouted and Inukami clapped and cheered at him. Ryouhei got extreme and Yamamotos father said something like: "As long as you don't touch my son I won't mind." and everyone else applauded.
"I even live together with my man! You want to see a picture of him?" he looked like a no wasn't an option so they just nodded. He took out his phone and showed them a picture. What they saw made them speechless. The photo was a portrait of this typical Boys loves character, the one who would be shy and submitting. Big brown eyes and soft fluffy red hair, it seemed like he pouted.
"How old is he?" Hayato asked, because that one looked like a middle school boy.
"Thirty." Saru blushed and giggled. Tsuna wouldn't have believed him if not for his intuition telling him that Saru did tell the truth. The world was really a strange place.
As the evening progressed their numbers dwindled. Ryouhei had gone home, because his mother had called and wanted for him to do his damn summer homework. Chrome and Mukuro had left shortly after, they wanted to give some of the Sushi to Ken and Chikusa, who waited at home for their return. Nana had taken the sleepy children home, Bianchi and Reborn accompanied her to make sure that no robber would attack her. One after the other had gone home. Tsuna and Hayato had volunteered to help with the cleaning. They didn't have the heart to let the Yamamotos handle all this by themselves.
By the time they had finished it was almost midnight and the streets of Namimori were mostly abandoned. They just met the occasional drunk or overworked business men and women.
As they reached Hayatos apartment complex Tsuna didn't hesitate to go inside together with her.
"You want to sleep over again?" she asked as they walked up the stairs.
"Yes - if you're not against it." he smiled.
"Why would I be against it?" She opened her door and switched on the light before she hung her jacket at the wardrobe.
"I don't know. Maybe you think I'm annoying or clingy?" he,too, hung his jacket. Hayato looked at him.
"You're nothing of the both. I would love it if you never left my home."
"That's exactly what I wanted to hear." Without any forewarning he had bent down and lifted her up like a bride.
"What are you doing?" she almost screeched.
"Taking you to the bed, you look tired." he kissed her deep and she knew that he wouldn't let her sleep any time soon.
"Juudaime ... are you drunk?" she whispered with red cheeks.
"Maybe a little." he whispered back and kissed her as he laid her down onto the soft mattress.
He switched the night lamp on and looked at her flustered face as he loosened his tie and threw it over his shoulder. He leaned down again and kissed her smooth lips softly, biting them softly and caressed them with the tip of his tongue, but never did he give her a deep French kiss. It was like the play of a cat with a mouse. Every time she attempted to deepen the connection he would pull away, only to kiss her again in his playful manner. Her tie came off and was thrown at the side as he left a trail of soft kisses on her neck. With every kiss he moved an inch downwards. Swift fingers unbuttoned her blouse, revealing more and more of her white skin that slowly turned pink because of the heat that rushed through her whole being.
He stopped his ministrations for one short moment and looked at her like an artist who criticized his own masterpiece with loving eyes. As their eyes met she looked away, his stare was too intense for her to handle. He used this opportunity to lean down and kiss her ear, nibbling along the shell until he reached the lobe. Pleased he noted that her breath was now faster than before. And as he bit her lobe a little harder than necessary she gasped. A smile played on his lips when he moved to kiss her again. This time he gave her one of his beautiful and pleasurable deep kisses.
She loved it when he used his tongue to message the inside of her mouth. Softly he stroked his against hers, asking for a dance in a gentle manner. And it was a dance she would never decline. The rhythm was slow and playful, fast and passionate, soundless but loud. The taste of sake and wasabi mingled with their own. His was bitter like orange jam and hers sweet like vanilla, but refreshing like a sea breeze. Teeth were used to tease each other. A nib at a tongue, a bite to the lip, just grazing and never hurting.
Hands moved along with the rhythm of the dancing tongues. He caressed the soft skin of her stomach and somehow he had succeeded in taking of her blouse completely. Now his surprisingly skilful fingers opened the fastener of her bra and peeled it of to reveal the soft flesh of her breasts. As he undressed her she moved along to give him easier access and to cool down her flushed skin. The last piece of her upper clothes fell to the floor and she wanted to hide her tiny little hills, but he smiled at her and took her hands softly into his, kissing one knuckle after the other and never taking off his eyes from her body. She squirmed a little, her embarrassment showed clearly on her face. It wasn't the first time he saw her breasts, but every time felt like it was the first and she was too conscious of her flaws to really bask in his intense stare. If only she had a real bosom.
He let go of her hands and stripped himself off of his dress shirt, it was thrown somewhere behind him. She looked up and couldn't help but let her fingers ghost over his skin, tracing the muscles and tapped his nipples a little and loved how that made him blush. Mimicking her action he let his hands slide from the side of her hip up to the centre of her stomach, he met the sensitive skin of the former wound and caressed it softly. A slight giggle escaped her lips, that spot was really ticklish. He smiled at the sweet sound that had escaped her lips and his hands wandered up until they found the treasure hills.
It was amazing how soft the flesh and skin had gotten on her chest. The little hills were almost non visible but soft nonetheless. He traced their form with his forefingers, rounded around them and tapped the hardened bud on the upper most part of them. A shudder ran through Hayatos body and little goosebumps blossomed at her flushed skin.
One of her hands rested in the warm nest that was his hair. The other held his biceps as the owner of them could do nothing more than to watch how her body was played like an instrument by the skilful musician. And the sounds she made were sweet to the ear of the one and only who could hear them.
Tsuna leaned down and captured her lips again. Inviting her for another passionate dance, another break of the pace, another step towards the only goal. The heat was almost painful addictive for the both of them. During the kiss he let his imagination run wild. It made his fingers twirl and twist around her nipples, they tugged and pulled a little, making her mewl into the dance. He massaged the soft hills with just his thumb and middle finger, kneading them in-between and caressed the buds with his forefinger.
He pushed his hips against her and the deep intake of air showed him that she had enjoyed that. And how she moved against him signalled that she wanted more of this sweet friction. But he pulled away and looked deep into her eyes before he duck down and kissed her lovely nipples one after the other. Sometimes licking or biting them when the other was played by his fingers.
One hand had found its way to the zipper of her skirt and pulled it open. Than his other hand followed and both found their way beneath the waistband of skirt, tights and panties. He gave a soft pull and was stopped.
"Juudaime..." came a soft protesting whimper followed by unsaid but well known words.
"Hayato. I know, but I want to see all of you." His voice was caring and soft, but also pleading.
"But I …"
"Hush. Today I won't stop, please let me enjoy the sight of your beauty." he leaned his forehead to hers and than kissed away her worried tears.
She moved her hips up a little, signalling him that his wish was granted. He smiled at her and kissed her lips softly, assuring her that he would never let her go, regardless of what may happen next.
As he stripped her of the rest of her clothes he moved his whole body along, kissed her thighs, knees, shin and toes. Just after he had thrown the clothes away, did he look at her.
Her silver hair was spread on the dark cushion, framing her face and shoulders in an almost unreal manner. She had her eyes closed, afraid to look at him. Glistening tears hung heavy on her dark lashes, almost like dew on the grass of a fresh spring morning. Her cheeks were flushed red like her ears and she bitt her underlip, which was swollen and red from their excessive kissing.
His fingers followed the trail of his eyes, stroked her hair, wiped away the tears, caressed her cheek and tapped her lips. The trail wandered down to her neck and collarbone, a kiss was placed upon it. He moved further down to the chest, his fingers trailed the little hills in the form of an eight and got down the flat stomach, circled her bellybutton, which was kissed to assure her.
Then they met the hard flesh of her harsh reality. The reality she so wanted to forget and change. The reality in which she was born as a boy.
But he knew all that and wasn't surprised to see it. Unlike his own it was small and surrounded by silver locks. His finger played a little with them and than he slid them up the length of the hard appendage. Hayato made some strangled sound, something between sobbing and gasping. And as he ghosted over the slightly wet tip she snapped her eyes open, shocked or pleased he didn't know. He used his thumb and pointer to open up the skin and exposed the red and more sensitive flesh beneath. Listening to her reactions he was pleased to hear a mewl. He looked up and saw that her hands were crabbing the sheets, desperately searching for some kind of halt, because she felt lost in her own swirling emotions. Pleasure? Pain? Shame? She didn't know any longer.
He ran his finger down the length and up again, opening and closing the skin at the top, all the while enjoying every gasp, every moan and each tear she shed out of pleasure. His own aching pain reminded him of his throbbing need to be released of his confinements, so he used his free hand to open his trousers and pulling himself out of the soft fabric of his underwear.
For a moment he stopped his every move and sat up, only to pull his beloved closer. He let her thighs rest on his. Their hot flesh touched, for the first time directly, and it felt even more amazing than through the cloth.
She had one hand over her mouth and looked at him with teary green eyes, silently pleading. To stop? To move on? He didn't know and just followed his own need.
He rubbed his hot manhood against hers, causing sweet friction. The pace he choose was slow and a little sloppy, because he wanted to watch her carefully. Her chest moved up and down at an unsteady pace, every inch of her skin was flushed and covered by a sweet layer of glistening sweat. In his eyes she looked like something holy, something holy he just took down to hell with him. She sat up to get closer, to feel more of him, to be as close as possible.
In their sitting position it was easier to rock against each other, to lick away the sweat on necks. To bite, to kiss, to feel pleasure and love. One arm was around his neck, the other helped her to hold this position. He gave her a deep kiss, their tongues for once didn't dance, they outright fought for dominance. His hands were on her naked bottom, squeezing and holding her close, oh so painfully and pleasurable close.
The rubbing wasn't enough, they both felt it, they needed more, more pleasure to get the absolute bliss. The hand that held her stable moved between the both of them. Her long fingers surrounded the moving hot flesh of their eager bodies, putting pressure to them, causing more friction, more joy. And when those fingers began to move up and down up and down and up again, it felt like they entered a new stage, a stage with blinding lights and rushing sounds.
They felt hot and sweat, their tongues met in the open air or licked away shiny beads of perspiration.
Teeth met lips, pulled and nibbled. Hips rocked in an unsteady but vigorous pace. A hand moved along hot flesh. One arm held her close to a well toned chest and another hand slid between them, embracing their hot flesh, almost covering her own hand. As the intruder moved his thumb over the tip of each member and caressed them more and more, their thrusts became frantic. They looked into each others eyes and saw it. The pure love they both felt.
The hot knot in their stomachs danced some tango and as it got close to the end of the dance it opened and hot white liquid covered both of their naked bodies. A fire spread through them and they rode out their messy orgasm. Hayato fell onto her back, breathless and content, her legs lay numb on each side of Tsunas legs, wide open for him to see everything. The sticky substance was on her stomach and one of her hands rested in it, the other was on her forehead as she attempted to calm her breath. A content smile played around her lips.
In some kind of trance Tsuna licked the salty liquid from his hand, licking one finger after the other, never breaking the eye contact between him and her. Then he moved between her legs, almost crawling up to her to steal a kiss. A kiss sloppy and slow, a little lazy, but loving, caring, praising even.
When he stopped his attack he moved up a little to look at her face. Heavy black lashes almost completely covered green eyes. She was half asleep, he knew, their day had been long after all.
And than she said it, the sweetest and most alluring thing ever, her voice a breathless whisper: "I really love you Tsunayoshi-san." Than she fell asleep, her chest rising and sinking to the sound of her own calm heartbeat.
Tsuna smiled and kissed her forehead.
"And I couldn't live without you Hayato." he whispered into her ear.
Oh yeah, I forgot to warn you about the smut ... sorry? XD
Saruko: I hope that this one wasn't too short.