Fic: Vivi memor leti (KHR) Chapter XXI
Title: Vivi memor leti
Author: sunnycalendargirl (justsonya)
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Rating: NC-17 (adult content)
Pairings: R27, All27, various others in random combinations
Warnings: None.
Details: Memories of the future haunt Tsuna in transformative ways. As he grows as a boss and a friend, his relationships with the people around him change in many ways. R27, ALL27, all sorts of pairings, really.
Chapter XXI: Bis repetita placent (Sawada Household / Namimori / Current Day)
A/N: This chapter contains smut, specifically Tsuna/Mukuro and Mukuro/Tsuna. As a quick timeline note that I left out in the previous chapter, this happens just a few days after the meeting about Tsuna's security, so he hasn't relocated yet. Enjoy!
It started, surprisingly enough, as a soft kiss, full of curiosity and a hint of loneliness and confusion. Tsuna's soft murmur of approval that ghosted over Mukuro's lips changed things, because suddenly Mukuro's tongue was sliding over Tsuna's bottom lip, tasting him. Tsuna opened for him, his own tongue slipping out to meet Mukuro's, stroking and inviting all at once.
Both of them moaned then, and Mukuro's arms dropped from the wall to wrap around Tsuna, pulling him tightly against his own body. Tsuna, not the least slow on the uptake, snagged two handfuls of Mukuro's coat and tugged him towards the stairs. With what he was sure was going to happen, he definitely didn't want to do it anywhere his mother might walk in and see them. Not that he was ashamed in any way, but there was only so much of his personal life he really wanted the women in his life to know. The fact that he was about to add Mukuro to his list of partners wasn't one of them, because it would be an invasion of the privacy Mukuro had barely been allowed to have over the past few years.
Stumbling into his room as they kissed, Tsuna fell back onto his bed with Mukuro on top of him, not even breaking his fall as one of his hands was busy freeing Mukuro's hair from its tie while the other was shoving the coat off of his shoulders roughly. He'd expected this to happen eventually, but he'd underestimated the sheer need to be centered that Mukuro carried inside of him. If Mukuro needed something to obsess over and focus on, then Tsuna would give it to him. That thought had him deepening their kiss, his tongue sliding slickly into Mukuro's mouth to tease at him.
The moan that slipped from the older teen made Tsuna's cock throb almost painfully as his blood rushed south. Tsuna rewarded him by tugging Mukuro's shirt open, heedless of the buttons flying off as he did, and shoving it off his shoulders as well. There would be other times to go slower, to explore and familiarize himself with the other's body, but this was about showing Mukuro that he belonged to Tsuna for more reasons than just his power; to mark him properly.
Clearly Mukuro agreed, because Tsuna's shirt met a similar fate and both were very quickly down to just their pants, Mukuro's hair falling over his shoulders to tickle along Tsuna's chest lightly. Tsuna chuckled against Mukuro's lips before licking his way into his mouth again, practically taunting him with his aggressiveness. Mukuro's need for Tsuna was part of what was making Mukuro so unbalanced and nervous, so Tsuna prodded him with his dominance, daring him to take control and take what he needed and wanted. It wasn't like Mukuro to be timid, especially with Tsuna being so willing.
It took a few moments and then he could feel Mukuro snap, and suddenly it was Tsuna's mouth that was practically being fucked as it was claimed. Tsuna purred and put his fingers to use on the button and zipper of Mukuro's pants, fumbling the button open and the zipper down while spreading his own thighs invitingly. His hand slid into Mukuro's pants long enough to wrap his clever fingers around his cock and stroke it lightly, familiarizing himself with the feel and heft of him. He lost his grip, however, when Mukuro growled, breaking the kiss between them long enough to force Tsuna's jeans open and down his hips, shoving them off onto the floor along with his boxers.
"How-" Mukuro panted, one hand running down Tsuna's chest and over his stomach, "how is it that you can do this to me with so little effort? It's like I'm going mad. I can't even control what I'm thinking."
"Because I'm yours," Tsuna replied, returning the favor by shoving the rest of Mukuro's clothing off of him, "just as much as you're mine. There's nothing wrong with wanting to claim what belongs to you and mark it. Take everything you need from me, Mukuro."
He couldn't explain how he knew that coming of age trapped in that tank kept Mukuro from experiencing all of the things the rest of them had as they'd grown. While Mukuro had wandered and learned and kept himself from truly being alone, his body had aged while he was away and no amount of second-hand experience compensated for the sweet fumbling of a first kiss, the rush of an erection or the white-hot bliss of an orgasm. Now tied to his body again, all of those needs were surging up in him and he was truly feeling them for the first time. In so many ways, Tsuna was pleased that he was the first person Mukuro turned to, to express these needs. It was an unconscious sign of the trust, the bond that was growing between the two of them.
"I want you," Tsuna whispered, leaning up to bite along Mukuro's jaw teasingly. "I want you to touch me, to mark me, to make me moan and beg. I want to touch you, taste you, tie you to me in every way that I can so that you'll stay with me forever. Is that so bad?"
"There's a word for creatures like you, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro told him, purring at the attention and sliding a hand down between them, wrapping it around Tsuna's cock with wicked fingers that had Tsuna arching off the bed, hips thrusting up into his touch. "You're an incubus."
Tsuna laughed and then fisted a hand in Mukuro's hair, one leg lifting to wrap around his hip. Maybe Mukuro was right, in a way. He gained quite a bit with moments like this, after all. Still, all he could focus on now was the hot hand on his cock and the larger body stretched over him.
"Ah, fuck, Mukuro," Tsuna swore softly, arching again, "that feels so good. Give me more."
"So demanding," Mukuro teased, but didn't hesitate for long, pausing only to lean forward and adjust slightly, now wrapping his hand around both of them. He hissed at the feeling of Tsuna's cock against his own before stroking them both with long, tight movements.
His reward came as Tsuna whimpered and kissed him again, diving into Mukuro's mouth with the same slow strokes of his tongue, matching Mukuro's pace instinctively. His hand in Mukuro's hair held him tightly in place for the kiss and his other hand slid down, cupping the other teen's ass. Both lean bodies strained against each other as Mukuro pleasured them, taking his time at first to fully enjoy the experience.
It wasn't long, however, before they descended into a panting, writhing movement full of desperation and need. Tsuna was begging and pleading against Mukuro's mouth, interspersed with irresistible moans of pleasure that slipped from him with almost every breath he took. Mukuro was growling deep in his chest and he was sweating now, drops slowly running down the side of his face to drip off of his chin and onto Tsuna's neck.
Tsuna was the first to break when a slight twist of Mukuro's wrist hit the head of his cock just right and it all became too much for him. He yowled in pleasure as he came, body tensing whip-tight before starting to shake as he spilled himself over Mukuro's hand in hot jets. The slippery-slick feeling Mukuro's wet hand caused on his own cock brought him to the edge as well seconds later and he cried out, back arching as he spilled himself over Tsuna's stomach.
Panting filled the room as Mukuro slumped forward and Tsuna carefully helped him to the side to lie on the bed before turning to face him, grinning. Leaning forward, he kissed the other teen slowly, taking his time to really taste and experience it, now that the urgency had faded. It was just as good as the previous ones, but warmer and less explosive, speaking more of intimacy and the future. He liked how Mukuro seemed to almost melt into it, his hard exterior set aside for the moment.
"Stay here tonight," Tsuna asked him lazily, nipping at his bottom lip. "It's raining outside. I'd hate to see you catch a cold because of me." He licked over the same lip affectionately.
"You're very convincing, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro told him as his eyes focused on him intently. "It makes it very hard to contemplate walking away."
"I've learned the hard way that hiding my affection for the people I love only hurts them in the end," Tsuna replied, sitting up long enough to reach for a few tissues to clean them both up. "In the process of breaking that habit, I found out that I really, really like touching the people I love, too. It doesn't hurt that it feels so damned good."
"We can agree on that," Mukuro nodded and sprawled onto his back, not the least bothered by their nudity now. "It's significantly different experiencing it physically, rather than in someone else's body."
"Which is why I'm happy that I waited for your freedom before doing this," Tsuna told him honestly before settling in against him, stopping only to reach for a light blanket to pull over them. It really was getting chilly. "You deserve more than just a fantasy." He didn't hesitate in wrapping an arm around Mukuro snugly, fingers running along his back slowly.
"I suppose I'll have to learn from you, in this one instance," Mukuro teased lightly, but his arms wound around Tsuna almost instinctively. He wasn't quite clinging, but the need for human contact was clear. Tsuna helped him by moving closer and sliding a leg over Mukuro's and moving his head to nuzzle against the side of his neck.
"I'm glad," Tsuna said, pausing to lick a slow trail up to his jaw, "because you smell really good right now, and you taste even better. There's a lot more we could show each other before we have to sleep tonight."
"Won't your pet Arcobaleno mind, Tsunayoshi?" Mukuro's hand moved up to run through Tsuna's hair in slow, drifting movements. "Doesn't he sleep in here with you?"
"I think of anyone, Mukuro, Reborn would mind your being here the least right now. Of all of us, he would understand what you've been through the most, given his own curse. The pain, the isolation, the sheer dark knowledge that you both have experienced and have to carry with you every day should be a good foundation for you two to build on." Tsuna sighed softly, his arm tightening slightly. "I think he'd understand why this is important to both of us."
Mukuro didn't answer him directly, but another slight tightening of his own arms told Tsuna that he'd gotten his point across. Of course the other thing the two had in common was an obscene inability to ever ask anyone for any kind of help unless there was no other option. Slightly frustrated by the thought, Tsuna bit Mukuro's neck sharply, sucking his chosen spot hard enough to leave a mark.
Mukuro groaned, the hand in Tsuna's hair tightening. "Marking me already, Tsunayoshi? How very territorial of you."
"I always mark what's mine," was the reply, before Tsuna's mouth started moving south, trailing over sharp collarbones, marking bites over pale skin. "Because no matter who you choose to spend time with, I will always have to come first." It was the unwritten but sacred code of their Family, and now that Tsuna had learned it and more importantly learned to respect it, he wouldn't insult one of his Guardians by not expecting it.
His Mist Guardian didn't seem to mind, however, and instead tossed back the blanket to free up more space for Tsuna to mark. He could almost hear the older teen purring in pleasure at the attention and so Tsuna lavished it on him, licking, biting, kissing and slowly working his way down that body that was still too thin. He made a note to enforce a new rule about Mukuro and his Family and eating properly. They were all too thin.
The shifting of Mukuro's hips refocused Tsuna's attention and he paused to leave a bite mark just below his belly button before exploring it with his tongue teasingly. There was something about the taste and texture of Mukuro's skin that aroused him in wicked ways, making him want more. Maybe it was that this was Mukuro's first real experience in his own body, and Tsuna wanted to be the first to show him as much as he could, thus marking his territory further, or perhaps it was just affection for someone he'd left to suffer for far too long. Either way, he made a decision as he slid lower, to give Mukuro one of his "firsts".
"I haven't done this for anyone else yet, so if I'm bad at it, you'll just have to yell at me until I get it right," he told him, glancing up Mukuro's body cheekily. "You'll have bragging rights if the others get snotty with you."
"What are you going to do, Tsunayo-" Mukuro couldn't finish his sentence as he was too busy crying out when Tsuna took his half-hard cock into his mouth, tongue sliding along his length curiously. His mind stuttered to a halt as he stared down at Tsuna going down on him.
For his part, Tsuna had been nervous to try this but his focus honed in almost as if it were a form of his hyper intuition when Mukuro yowled in approval. He shifted his own body, practically reversing himself on the bed as he found that Mukuro's hard cock fit better in the shape of his mouth if they were facing opposite directions. He could feel the head sliding over the back of his tongue and every twitch of pleasure throbbed in his mouth, guiding him in his efforts.
His hands moved on their own, wrapping around Mukuro's narrow hips and cupping them, squeezing every time his mouth slid down. He was sure with Mukuro's fair skin he'd leave marks in the end, but he couldn't slow down enough to care. All that mattered was the taste and feel of having him in his mouth. That was until he felt hot, wet pleasure wrap around his own cock and moaned around Mukuro's.
It took Tsuna a few slick shifts of his head to realize that Mukuro was returning the gesture as enthusiastically as Tsuna was performing it. His brain melted at the feeling of giving and receiving this sort of pleasure at the same time. Before long, both of them were lost in the combination of taste, texture and the hot, wet suction, moaning and shifting against each other eagerly.
It was Mukuro this time that couldn't hold out, and with a drawn out moan his body tensed, thighs shaking as he peaked, spilling himself into Tsuna's mouth. Tsuna didn't hesitate for a moment, swallowing around him before letting him slip from his mouth. Then it was Tsuna's turn to approach the brink, and he cried out Mukuro's name over and over again into his thigh as he came, trembling against him. The feeling of Mukuro swallowing made him moan again. Finally they both slumped against each other, panting and shaking.
"A first for both of us," Mukuro murmured against Tsuna's hip before kissing it lazily, his tongue sliding over hot skin. "Another good reason to stay at your side, Tsunayoshi."
"That was," Tsuna nuzzles slowly against Mukuro's cock before sitting up and stretching, grinning, "absolutely fucking amazing. We can do that again anytime you want, Mukuro. Hell, you could probably get me to beg you for that, and I wouldn't mind at all."
Turning himself properly on the bed, he settled down again, pressing himself snugly against Mukuro, sliding an arm around his waist. Leaning up a bit, he kissed him again, not the least bit bothered by the taste of himself on Mukuro's tongue. Instead, he sucked at his tongue, teasing and torturing him slowly, loving the mix of the tastes of both of them together. He also liked the lazy moan that slipped from Mukuro as they finally parted, lips lingering against each others' for a few breaths afterwards.
"I think you truly are an incubus, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro teased, settling back into the pillows. "No wonder you're so loved. You throw everything you have into pleasing a person."
"I don't know that it's so selfless," he replied, lounging next to him. "I enjoyed that, every part of it. Each of you has different things that just pull at me in different ways. For example, there's something about the taste and texture of you that drives me crazy," he admitted, blushing lightly. "I can't see that changing anytime soon."
"It's better for all of us if it's different for each of us," Mukuro mused. "Similarity would breed conflict. I imagine each of us comes to you for different things, as well. My needs are not the same as the others, I know. I can guess at some of the others. Hayato-kun, for example, needs to belong and be loved. He needs that calm reassurance of a steady love that won't change, no matter how he acts out. His loyalty to you stems from your absolute acceptance of him."
"Yes, and now that he's had it for so long, he's more comfortable looking to others for it as well." Tsuna chuckled at the thought.
Mukuro grumbled slightly at the thought. "What do you gain from all of this, Tsunayoshi? Loyalty is an obvious answer, but you're not the type to tie people to you like that."
"When you all started coming into my life, I was such a stupid, selfish boy," Tsuna told him, frowning slightly at the memory. "I couldn't bring myself to protect anyone, or see past my own fear. Each of you has taught me so much about the world, about life, and about myself. Each experience with you now teaches me what my next steps should be, to keep you all well, and with me, the way that I need to have you."
"I'm not sure I completely understood that," Mukuro admitted, rolling the idea around in his head.
"I'll give you an example. From our night here together, I know that you and your small Family will, without question, start eating meals with me a few times a week, so I know that you're getting real meals, and not the crap they try to feed Chrome. You're all too thin. I've learned that if I give to you with no expectations, you give back equally, if not more." Tsuna started playing with a lock of Mukuro's hair. "To be honest, I wouldn't have expected you to be such a generous partner. I would have expected you'd be more like Hibari, for example, taking what you need but maintaining your distance afterwards."
Mukuro sniffed at the thought. "Haven't I told you that you have an unnatural power, Tsunayoshi? Even I can't stay away from you. Even that one, I think you'd find, spends more time near you than you realize. He's simply very good at not being obvious about it."
"Do you think so?" Tsuna blinked at him, surprised.
"He's walked by at least once since I arrived here, so I would say yes." Mukuro glanced out the window and then nodded. "If you look in the tree over there, you'll see something familiar."
Tsuna glanced out the window and then blinked again, shocked. There, nestled in amongst the branches of the tree, hiding from the rain, was Hibird. The poor bird was wet and looked miserable, but was determinedly maintaining his post. Shaking his head in both amusement and disapproval, Tsuna kissed Mukuro's cheek and slid out of the bed, wrapping the blanket around his waist, and made his way over to the window, opening it and leaning out.
"Come here, you ridiculous little bird," Tsuna called, holding his hand out to Hibird. "There's no point in staying out in the rain and cold. You can watch me just as well inside where it's warm."
The little bird fluttered his way over to the window and landed in Tsuna's palm, chirping. Tsuna rubbed his feathery head and closed the window. Snagging his t-shirt from the floor he settled it over the back of his desk chair and moved the bird to perch there. Rummaging through the mess that was his room, he found some crackers to crumble up for the little bird and poured a shallow cup of water for him.
"There you go, Hibird. Dry off and have something to eat. You can sleep in here tonight." Tsuna gave him another affectionate rub. "I don't know what he was thinking, sending you out in this weather."
"Rokudo Mukuro is a rabid bastard," Hibird chirped at him, head tilted cutely. "Watch Tsunayoshi. Watch Tsunayoshi."
Mukuro laughed at that, his head falling back as he practically roared with laughter. "It's good to know some things never change."
Tsuna shook his head in amusement and took a moment to text Hibari that he'd kidnapped Hibird and would be returning him in the morning when the weather had hopefully improved. Turning back to the bed, he slid back into it, tossing the blanket back over the both of them. This time he gave Mukuro his back and tugged the other teen's arm around his waist, wanting the warmth of the other boy wrapped around him.
"Tell me, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro nuzzled against the back of Tsuna's neck, "what are these strange sensations inside of me? What is this strange warmth and calmness?"
"I hope they're belonging, happiness, maybe even love." Tsuna wriggled back against him reassuringly. "You have people who love you and believe in you, and not just the ones you've saved from your first Family, or from death. You have me, now, and I'll always be here for you when you need me."
"That's a big promise you're making," Mukuro whispered against his skin.
"It's one I'd die to keep," Tsuna replied, reaching up to turn off the lamp. "I've already proven that once, haven't I?" He curled back up in Mukuro's arms. "You saw it as clearly as I did."
"A time like that will never happen again, because it will not be allowed to happen." That was all there was to it, in Mukuro's mind, and the way Tsuna snuggled against him told him it had been the right thing to say. He kissed the back of Tsuna's neck again and relaxed. Within the space of a few minutes they'd both drifted off to sleep.
*Title translates to "the things that please are those that are asked for again and again".
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Author: sunnycalendargirl (justsonya)
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn
Rating: NC-17 (adult content)
Pairings: R27, All27, various others in random combinations
Warnings: None.
Details: Memories of the future haunt Tsuna in transformative ways. As he grows as a boss and a friend, his relationships with the people around him change in many ways. R27, ALL27, all sorts of pairings, really.
Chapter XXI: Bis repetita placent (Sawada Household / Namimori / Current Day)
A/N: This chapter contains smut, specifically Tsuna/Mukuro and Mukuro/Tsuna. As a quick timeline note that I left out in the previous chapter, this happens just a few days after the meeting about Tsuna's security, so he hasn't relocated yet. Enjoy!
It started, surprisingly enough, as a soft kiss, full of curiosity and a hint of loneliness and confusion. Tsuna's soft murmur of approval that ghosted over Mukuro's lips changed things, because suddenly Mukuro's tongue was sliding over Tsuna's bottom lip, tasting him. Tsuna opened for him, his own tongue slipping out to meet Mukuro's, stroking and inviting all at once.
Both of them moaned then, and Mukuro's arms dropped from the wall to wrap around Tsuna, pulling him tightly against his own body. Tsuna, not the least slow on the uptake, snagged two handfuls of Mukuro's coat and tugged him towards the stairs. With what he was sure was going to happen, he definitely didn't want to do it anywhere his mother might walk in and see them. Not that he was ashamed in any way, but there was only so much of his personal life he really wanted the women in his life to know. The fact that he was about to add Mukuro to his list of partners wasn't one of them, because it would be an invasion of the privacy Mukuro had barely been allowed to have over the past few years.
Stumbling into his room as they kissed, Tsuna fell back onto his bed with Mukuro on top of him, not even breaking his fall as one of his hands was busy freeing Mukuro's hair from its tie while the other was shoving the coat off of his shoulders roughly. He'd expected this to happen eventually, but he'd underestimated the sheer need to be centered that Mukuro carried inside of him. If Mukuro needed something to obsess over and focus on, then Tsuna would give it to him. That thought had him deepening their kiss, his tongue sliding slickly into Mukuro's mouth to tease at him.
The moan that slipped from the older teen made Tsuna's cock throb almost painfully as his blood rushed south. Tsuna rewarded him by tugging Mukuro's shirt open, heedless of the buttons flying off as he did, and shoving it off his shoulders as well. There would be other times to go slower, to explore and familiarize himself with the other's body, but this was about showing Mukuro that he belonged to Tsuna for more reasons than just his power; to mark him properly.
Clearly Mukuro agreed, because Tsuna's shirt met a similar fate and both were very quickly down to just their pants, Mukuro's hair falling over his shoulders to tickle along Tsuna's chest lightly. Tsuna chuckled against Mukuro's lips before licking his way into his mouth again, practically taunting him with his aggressiveness. Mukuro's need for Tsuna was part of what was making Mukuro so unbalanced and nervous, so Tsuna prodded him with his dominance, daring him to take control and take what he needed and wanted. It wasn't like Mukuro to be timid, especially with Tsuna being so willing.
It took a few moments and then he could feel Mukuro snap, and suddenly it was Tsuna's mouth that was practically being fucked as it was claimed. Tsuna purred and put his fingers to use on the button and zipper of Mukuro's pants, fumbling the button open and the zipper down while spreading his own thighs invitingly. His hand slid into Mukuro's pants long enough to wrap his clever fingers around his cock and stroke it lightly, familiarizing himself with the feel and heft of him. He lost his grip, however, when Mukuro growled, breaking the kiss between them long enough to force Tsuna's jeans open and down his hips, shoving them off onto the floor along with his boxers.
"How-" Mukuro panted, one hand running down Tsuna's chest and over his stomach, "how is it that you can do this to me with so little effort? It's like I'm going mad. I can't even control what I'm thinking."
"Because I'm yours," Tsuna replied, returning the favor by shoving the rest of Mukuro's clothing off of him, "just as much as you're mine. There's nothing wrong with wanting to claim what belongs to you and mark it. Take everything you need from me, Mukuro."
He couldn't explain how he knew that coming of age trapped in that tank kept Mukuro from experiencing all of the things the rest of them had as they'd grown. While Mukuro had wandered and learned and kept himself from truly being alone, his body had aged while he was away and no amount of second-hand experience compensated for the sweet fumbling of a first kiss, the rush of an erection or the white-hot bliss of an orgasm. Now tied to his body again, all of those needs were surging up in him and he was truly feeling them for the first time. In so many ways, Tsuna was pleased that he was the first person Mukuro turned to, to express these needs. It was an unconscious sign of the trust, the bond that was growing between the two of them.
"I want you," Tsuna whispered, leaning up to bite along Mukuro's jaw teasingly. "I want you to touch me, to mark me, to make me moan and beg. I want to touch you, taste you, tie you to me in every way that I can so that you'll stay with me forever. Is that so bad?"
"There's a word for creatures like you, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro told him, purring at the attention and sliding a hand down between them, wrapping it around Tsuna's cock with wicked fingers that had Tsuna arching off the bed, hips thrusting up into his touch. "You're an incubus."
Tsuna laughed and then fisted a hand in Mukuro's hair, one leg lifting to wrap around his hip. Maybe Mukuro was right, in a way. He gained quite a bit with moments like this, after all. Still, all he could focus on now was the hot hand on his cock and the larger body stretched over him.
"Ah, fuck, Mukuro," Tsuna swore softly, arching again, "that feels so good. Give me more."
"So demanding," Mukuro teased, but didn't hesitate for long, pausing only to lean forward and adjust slightly, now wrapping his hand around both of them. He hissed at the feeling of Tsuna's cock against his own before stroking them both with long, tight movements.
His reward came as Tsuna whimpered and kissed him again, diving into Mukuro's mouth with the same slow strokes of his tongue, matching Mukuro's pace instinctively. His hand in Mukuro's hair held him tightly in place for the kiss and his other hand slid down, cupping the other teen's ass. Both lean bodies strained against each other as Mukuro pleasured them, taking his time at first to fully enjoy the experience.
It wasn't long, however, before they descended into a panting, writhing movement full of desperation and need. Tsuna was begging and pleading against Mukuro's mouth, interspersed with irresistible moans of pleasure that slipped from him with almost every breath he took. Mukuro was growling deep in his chest and he was sweating now, drops slowly running down the side of his face to drip off of his chin and onto Tsuna's neck.
Tsuna was the first to break when a slight twist of Mukuro's wrist hit the head of his cock just right and it all became too much for him. He yowled in pleasure as he came, body tensing whip-tight before starting to shake as he spilled himself over Mukuro's hand in hot jets. The slippery-slick feeling Mukuro's wet hand caused on his own cock brought him to the edge as well seconds later and he cried out, back arching as he spilled himself over Tsuna's stomach.
Panting filled the room as Mukuro slumped forward and Tsuna carefully helped him to the side to lie on the bed before turning to face him, grinning. Leaning forward, he kissed the other teen slowly, taking his time to really taste and experience it, now that the urgency had faded. It was just as good as the previous ones, but warmer and less explosive, speaking more of intimacy and the future. He liked how Mukuro seemed to almost melt into it, his hard exterior set aside for the moment.
"Stay here tonight," Tsuna asked him lazily, nipping at his bottom lip. "It's raining outside. I'd hate to see you catch a cold because of me." He licked over the same lip affectionately.
"You're very convincing, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro told him as his eyes focused on him intently. "It makes it very hard to contemplate walking away."
"I've learned the hard way that hiding my affection for the people I love only hurts them in the end," Tsuna replied, sitting up long enough to reach for a few tissues to clean them both up. "In the process of breaking that habit, I found out that I really, really like touching the people I love, too. It doesn't hurt that it feels so damned good."
"We can agree on that," Mukuro nodded and sprawled onto his back, not the least bothered by their nudity now. "It's significantly different experiencing it physically, rather than in someone else's body."
"Which is why I'm happy that I waited for your freedom before doing this," Tsuna told him honestly before settling in against him, stopping only to reach for a light blanket to pull over them. It really was getting chilly. "You deserve more than just a fantasy." He didn't hesitate in wrapping an arm around Mukuro snugly, fingers running along his back slowly.
"I suppose I'll have to learn from you, in this one instance," Mukuro teased lightly, but his arms wound around Tsuna almost instinctively. He wasn't quite clinging, but the need for human contact was clear. Tsuna helped him by moving closer and sliding a leg over Mukuro's and moving his head to nuzzle against the side of his neck.
"I'm glad," Tsuna said, pausing to lick a slow trail up to his jaw, "because you smell really good right now, and you taste even better. There's a lot more we could show each other before we have to sleep tonight."
"Won't your pet Arcobaleno mind, Tsunayoshi?" Mukuro's hand moved up to run through Tsuna's hair in slow, drifting movements. "Doesn't he sleep in here with you?"
"I think of anyone, Mukuro, Reborn would mind your being here the least right now. Of all of us, he would understand what you've been through the most, given his own curse. The pain, the isolation, the sheer dark knowledge that you both have experienced and have to carry with you every day should be a good foundation for you two to build on." Tsuna sighed softly, his arm tightening slightly. "I think he'd understand why this is important to both of us."
Mukuro didn't answer him directly, but another slight tightening of his own arms told Tsuna that he'd gotten his point across. Of course the other thing the two had in common was an obscene inability to ever ask anyone for any kind of help unless there was no other option. Slightly frustrated by the thought, Tsuna bit Mukuro's neck sharply, sucking his chosen spot hard enough to leave a mark.
Mukuro groaned, the hand in Tsuna's hair tightening. "Marking me already, Tsunayoshi? How very territorial of you."
"I always mark what's mine," was the reply, before Tsuna's mouth started moving south, trailing over sharp collarbones, marking bites over pale skin. "Because no matter who you choose to spend time with, I will always have to come first." It was the unwritten but sacred code of their Family, and now that Tsuna had learned it and more importantly learned to respect it, he wouldn't insult one of his Guardians by not expecting it.
His Mist Guardian didn't seem to mind, however, and instead tossed back the blanket to free up more space for Tsuna to mark. He could almost hear the older teen purring in pleasure at the attention and so Tsuna lavished it on him, licking, biting, kissing and slowly working his way down that body that was still too thin. He made a note to enforce a new rule about Mukuro and his Family and eating properly. They were all too thin.
The shifting of Mukuro's hips refocused Tsuna's attention and he paused to leave a bite mark just below his belly button before exploring it with his tongue teasingly. There was something about the taste and texture of Mukuro's skin that aroused him in wicked ways, making him want more. Maybe it was that this was Mukuro's first real experience in his own body, and Tsuna wanted to be the first to show him as much as he could, thus marking his territory further, or perhaps it was just affection for someone he'd left to suffer for far too long. Either way, he made a decision as he slid lower, to give Mukuro one of his "firsts".
"I haven't done this for anyone else yet, so if I'm bad at it, you'll just have to yell at me until I get it right," he told him, glancing up Mukuro's body cheekily. "You'll have bragging rights if the others get snotty with you."
"What are you going to do, Tsunayo-" Mukuro couldn't finish his sentence as he was too busy crying out when Tsuna took his half-hard cock into his mouth, tongue sliding along his length curiously. His mind stuttered to a halt as he stared down at Tsuna going down on him.
For his part, Tsuna had been nervous to try this but his focus honed in almost as if it were a form of his hyper intuition when Mukuro yowled in approval. He shifted his own body, practically reversing himself on the bed as he found that Mukuro's hard cock fit better in the shape of his mouth if they were facing opposite directions. He could feel the head sliding over the back of his tongue and every twitch of pleasure throbbed in his mouth, guiding him in his efforts.
His hands moved on their own, wrapping around Mukuro's narrow hips and cupping them, squeezing every time his mouth slid down. He was sure with Mukuro's fair skin he'd leave marks in the end, but he couldn't slow down enough to care. All that mattered was the taste and feel of having him in his mouth. That was until he felt hot, wet pleasure wrap around his own cock and moaned around Mukuro's.
It took Tsuna a few slick shifts of his head to realize that Mukuro was returning the gesture as enthusiastically as Tsuna was performing it. His brain melted at the feeling of giving and receiving this sort of pleasure at the same time. Before long, both of them were lost in the combination of taste, texture and the hot, wet suction, moaning and shifting against each other eagerly.
It was Mukuro this time that couldn't hold out, and with a drawn out moan his body tensed, thighs shaking as he peaked, spilling himself into Tsuna's mouth. Tsuna didn't hesitate for a moment, swallowing around him before letting him slip from his mouth. Then it was Tsuna's turn to approach the brink, and he cried out Mukuro's name over and over again into his thigh as he came, trembling against him. The feeling of Mukuro swallowing made him moan again. Finally they both slumped against each other, panting and shaking.
"A first for both of us," Mukuro murmured against Tsuna's hip before kissing it lazily, his tongue sliding over hot skin. "Another good reason to stay at your side, Tsunayoshi."
"That was," Tsuna nuzzles slowly against Mukuro's cock before sitting up and stretching, grinning, "absolutely fucking amazing. We can do that again anytime you want, Mukuro. Hell, you could probably get me to beg you for that, and I wouldn't mind at all."
Turning himself properly on the bed, he settled down again, pressing himself snugly against Mukuro, sliding an arm around his waist. Leaning up a bit, he kissed him again, not the least bit bothered by the taste of himself on Mukuro's tongue. Instead, he sucked at his tongue, teasing and torturing him slowly, loving the mix of the tastes of both of them together. He also liked the lazy moan that slipped from Mukuro as they finally parted, lips lingering against each others' for a few breaths afterwards.
"I think you truly are an incubus, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro teased, settling back into the pillows. "No wonder you're so loved. You throw everything you have into pleasing a person."
"I don't know that it's so selfless," he replied, lounging next to him. "I enjoyed that, every part of it. Each of you has different things that just pull at me in different ways. For example, there's something about the taste and texture of you that drives me crazy," he admitted, blushing lightly. "I can't see that changing anytime soon."
"It's better for all of us if it's different for each of us," Mukuro mused. "Similarity would breed conflict. I imagine each of us comes to you for different things, as well. My needs are not the same as the others, I know. I can guess at some of the others. Hayato-kun, for example, needs to belong and be loved. He needs that calm reassurance of a steady love that won't change, no matter how he acts out. His loyalty to you stems from your absolute acceptance of him."
"Yes, and now that he's had it for so long, he's more comfortable looking to others for it as well." Tsuna chuckled at the thought.
Mukuro grumbled slightly at the thought. "What do you gain from all of this, Tsunayoshi? Loyalty is an obvious answer, but you're not the type to tie people to you like that."
"When you all started coming into my life, I was such a stupid, selfish boy," Tsuna told him, frowning slightly at the memory. "I couldn't bring myself to protect anyone, or see past my own fear. Each of you has taught me so much about the world, about life, and about myself. Each experience with you now teaches me what my next steps should be, to keep you all well, and with me, the way that I need to have you."
"I'm not sure I completely understood that," Mukuro admitted, rolling the idea around in his head.
"I'll give you an example. From our night here together, I know that you and your small Family will, without question, start eating meals with me a few times a week, so I know that you're getting real meals, and not the crap they try to feed Chrome. You're all too thin. I've learned that if I give to you with no expectations, you give back equally, if not more." Tsuna started playing with a lock of Mukuro's hair. "To be honest, I wouldn't have expected you to be such a generous partner. I would have expected you'd be more like Hibari, for example, taking what you need but maintaining your distance afterwards."
Mukuro sniffed at the thought. "Haven't I told you that you have an unnatural power, Tsunayoshi? Even I can't stay away from you. Even that one, I think you'd find, spends more time near you than you realize. He's simply very good at not being obvious about it."
"Do you think so?" Tsuna blinked at him, surprised.
"He's walked by at least once since I arrived here, so I would say yes." Mukuro glanced out the window and then nodded. "If you look in the tree over there, you'll see something familiar."
Tsuna glanced out the window and then blinked again, shocked. There, nestled in amongst the branches of the tree, hiding from the rain, was Hibird. The poor bird was wet and looked miserable, but was determinedly maintaining his post. Shaking his head in both amusement and disapproval, Tsuna kissed Mukuro's cheek and slid out of the bed, wrapping the blanket around his waist, and made his way over to the window, opening it and leaning out.
"Come here, you ridiculous little bird," Tsuna called, holding his hand out to Hibird. "There's no point in staying out in the rain and cold. You can watch me just as well inside where it's warm."
The little bird fluttered his way over to the window and landed in Tsuna's palm, chirping. Tsuna rubbed his feathery head and closed the window. Snagging his t-shirt from the floor he settled it over the back of his desk chair and moved the bird to perch there. Rummaging through the mess that was his room, he found some crackers to crumble up for the little bird and poured a shallow cup of water for him.
"There you go, Hibird. Dry off and have something to eat. You can sleep in here tonight." Tsuna gave him another affectionate rub. "I don't know what he was thinking, sending you out in this weather."
"Rokudo Mukuro is a rabid bastard," Hibird chirped at him, head tilted cutely. "Watch Tsunayoshi. Watch Tsunayoshi."
Mukuro laughed at that, his head falling back as he practically roared with laughter. "It's good to know some things never change."
Tsuna shook his head in amusement and took a moment to text Hibari that he'd kidnapped Hibird and would be returning him in the morning when the weather had hopefully improved. Turning back to the bed, he slid back into it, tossing the blanket back over the both of them. This time he gave Mukuro his back and tugged the other teen's arm around his waist, wanting the warmth of the other boy wrapped around him.
"Tell me, Tsunayoshi," Mukuro nuzzled against the back of Tsuna's neck, "what are these strange sensations inside of me? What is this strange warmth and calmness?"
"I hope they're belonging, happiness, maybe even love." Tsuna wriggled back against him reassuringly. "You have people who love you and believe in you, and not just the ones you've saved from your first Family, or from death. You have me, now, and I'll always be here for you when you need me."
"That's a big promise you're making," Mukuro whispered against his skin.
"It's one I'd die to keep," Tsuna replied, reaching up to turn off the lamp. "I've already proven that once, haven't I?" He curled back up in Mukuro's arms. "You saw it as clearly as I did."
"A time like that will never happen again, because it will not be allowed to happen." That was all there was to it, in Mukuro's mind, and the way Tsuna snuggled against him told him it had been the right thing to say. He kissed the back of Tsuna's neck again and relaxed. Within the space of a few minutes they'd both drifted off to sleep.
*Title translates to "the things that please are those that are asked for again and again".
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