Mafia Dreams

The life of the young Vongola Decimo was never a boring one. There was never a single point in time, outside of sleep (and even then only sometimes), that Sawada Tsunayoshi could say that he could ease back and relax. Between being shot at in a nearly hourly basis, the uninvited guests, the random explosions, and insane fights that seemed to break out between his friends whenever he was around, there was no time to rest! There was never a time where he could kick off his shoes and take in the tranquility of silence or bask under the sun in a grassy field, or even just enjoy a simple walk without incident. Especially not recently, what with the young brunette’s new official internment into the mafia (and yes Tsuna did see it just that way sometimes).

Things had changed so much in just the last few months, for both the young mafia boss and his guardians. He still lived in Nanimori, but he now lived away from his old home. Tsuna and his guardians had been moved into a large villa home on the outskirts of the city on top of a hilltop Tsuna would have sworn up and down he had never seen there before. By living together they would all learn to get along, and become a stronger family through teamwork, or at least that was the excuse Reborn had given them when Tsuna demanded to know why something like this was necessary. No one questioned it further after that, Reborn’s word was law.

Of course that didn’t mean that they all listened. Hibari came and went as he pleased, and Tsuna was sure the only reason that Hibari ever stayed there as infrequently as he did was because his room had a perfect view of the entirety of the city below. Mukuro was another; he would disappear for weeks or months at a time and return just as suddenly. Though the illusionist was technically supposed to be under Vongola’s constant watch, none of the guardians ever tried to stop him. It was assumed that CEDEF were his wardens. They had been the one to finally get the dangerous illusionist free from the Vendice’s care, under Tsuna’s order of course.

Chrome herself was spared the experience because it was indecent for a girl to live with a bunch of virile young men. Apparently none of them could be trusted to be gentlemen. Even so, his female Mist Guardian would visit a few times a week. Except, of course, for the times when she would disappear with Mukuro. Tsuna almost envied Chrome. Sure, he was no neat freak himself, but… well it was a house occupied by six guys at any given point. When Tsuna would remember his time in the future and comparing the experience to the present, he was infinitely in awe of Kyoko and Haru for being able to keep up with the messes they would make sometimes. Especially when one considered the fact that they also took care of I-Pin and Lambo.

Speaking of Lambo…

No one expected a bunch of teenage boys to be able to properly care for a young boy and so Lambo was the exception, of the male guardians at least, of living in the villa, though he would constantly come over to visit and cause plenty of mischief. It always ended with something broken, Lambo crying, and Gokudera yelling (and in more than one case: something exploding). It was safe to say that a few years had done little to mature the hyper-active Lightening Guardian, but then who really expected it to?

Yamamoto tried to stay when he could, but the fact of the matter was that no one else was around to help his father run his restaurant. So once or twice a week the Rain Guardian would stay overnight in his old home. Reborn never stopped him, and Tsuna would never tell him he couldn’t go. The same went with Ryohei. While he was now old enough to live away from his family he would still spend time with them, spending the night away a few times a week.

Tsuna couldn’t blame them; he wanted to spend some more time back in his old home if he could. But as the boss more was expected of him, the rules were much more strictly applied to him. That wasn’t to say he could never see his mother again. In fact once a week he went home to have dinner with her and the rest of his patch quilt family, but he could never stay. His mother said she understood, but sometimes he really didn’t understand it himself. Tsuna wished his mother would be just a little bit more unreasonable about being able to see her only son. If only because he wasn’t allowed to be unreasonable about wanting to spend more time with is mama.

The only one of his guardians that was at the villa as constantly as him was Gokudera. Tsuna was glad for that. With his Storm Guardian always there by his side the mansion of a house never felt so alone when most of the others would be gone. Sometimes Tsuna wished it was like that all the time, just the two of them. Even if Gokudera could be short tempered with the others and more than a little strange sometimes, it still better than having all, or even just most, of his guardians there at one time. Things always got loud and dangerous fast when too many of Tsuna’s guardians were home at any one point

Case in point: The sudden crashing sound that came from the floor below, which was quickly followed by yelling.

Tsuna sighed softly. It sounded like Gokudera. Well yes, if someone was yelling it was usually Gokudera, but as far as Tsuna knew he and his Storm Guardian were the only ones in the villa at the moment. Even Reborn had left on some sort of important mission he couldn’t tell Tsuna about. Deciding he could use a break from his small mountain of paperwork, Tsuna decided to investigate. Cautiously padding down the carpeted hallway on the second floor, Tsuna could better hear what was going on the foyer of the floor below.

“Just keep the hell away from me, you fucking prick!” That was Gokudera’s voice.

“You almost sound as if you’re afraid of me Gokudera Hayato… kufufufu,” if the voice wasn’t recognizable enough on its own, there was no mistaking that laugh. Rokudo Mukuro had returned.

“I’ll show you afraid, ass hole! I’ll blow you up to kingdom come!”

“Mukuro-sama!” and it sounded like Chrome had come back this time as well. Tsuna’s wondered where his female Mist Guardian chosen to live instead of the villa. He wasn’t sure, but he suspected that she would bunk with either Haru or Kyoko. Maybe she even stayed back with Ken and Chikusa in their old, abandoned house in Kokuyo. But if that was the case, how was staying with two boys so very different from staying with possibly six boys? Especially when one of those two boys was Ken! Honestly, living in the villa had to be better than that, right? But maybe Chrome just felt more comfortable with them.

“It’s alright, Chrome. There’s absolutely not threat here at all,” you could hear each of Mukuro’s word dripping with taunting.

It got the desired affect from the short fused Storm Guardian. “Why you!”

Tsuna decided to intervene before Gokudera decided to light the fuses on the dynamite he no doubt had out in great numbers already.

“Gokudera! Mukuro!” The Sky Guardian gave each of his guardians a stern look from over the railing on the second floor. At least Tsuna thought it was a stern look. Little did he know that all three guardians thought he looked absolutely adorable when he pouted. “Please stop whatever this is right now!”

“Juudaime!” Gokudera had the decency to blush to get reprimanded. “It’s not what you think. I was just…” he trailed off when Tsuna shook his head.

“I don’t care what this is about, Gokudera. I don’t want any fighting in the house. So you can apologize or not, but you will not fight about it anymore, okay?”

Gokudera flinched, even more embarrassed to be scolded like a petulant child. But of course his Juudaime was right. They shouldn’t be fighting amongst themselves even if it was with someone as deplorable as Rokudo Mukuro. That bastard was lucky that Tsuna even graced him with his presence; much less offer his friendship and his protection like the Vongola Decimo had. And did the bastard appreciate it? No! He took it for granted! He came and went like he pleased, and he never once offered a word of gratitude. He made it look like it was his place to be by Juudaime’s side. Hell! He acted like he was even above the mafia boss. He showed none of the respect that he owed Tsuna at all! It made the Storm Guardian’s blood boil just thinking about it!

But he couldn’t think about such things right now. He was trying to calm down, not get angrier. Juudaime would be disappointed in him if he couldn’t keep his temper in check after he asked him to so nicely. Gokudera mentally sighed. The mafia world didn’t deserve someone as kind as Tsuna. The Vongola Decimo was like an angel personified and what had they done? They had chained him down and forced him to use his strengths in battles. He always saw how it took its toll on the tiny brunette’s psyche. That’s why Gokudera had sworn long ago to be Tsuna’s right hand. He would work hard so that this angel of mercy and forgiveness wouldn’t have to suffer. But for that, he’d have to learn to be the bigger man as well.

With that thought in mind, Gokudera squared his shoulders and looked fixedly at the Mist Guardian, trying to keep from outright glaring at the older boy. “I’m sorry for my earlier actions. They were rash.”

Mukuro waved off his apology dismissively and Gokudera felt a hard tick in his temple. The Mist Guardian smiled that irritating, slightly disturbing smile of his, “I think nothing of it. Don’t be so hard on yourself Gokudera Hayato.”

Tsuna sighed heavily. He could tell how much it cost his Storm Guardian to swallow his pride like this and Mukuro just added salt to the wound.

Mukuro turned his smiling face up to the young mafia boss. “I’m home, Sawada Tsunayoshi.”

Tsuna had to keep from rolling his eyes, “Aa… welcome home, Mukuro. And welcome home, Chrome-chan.” The Sky Guardian offered a soul warming smile to the petite girl.

Chrome flushed pink, returning the smile to a shyer degree. “Thank you, Boss.”

If either Tsuna or Chrome noticed the intense, envious looks both Storm and male Mist Guardian were giving the female Mist Guardian, neither gave sign of it.

“Well now that you guys are home, why don’t we all have dinner then? I think I’ve done enough work for today.” Really, any excuse to get out of doing all that paperwork was a good idea to Tsuna. Besides, some food and some time to catch up on things could be all that was needed to help Gokudera and Mukuro relax to one another. Besides Mukuro and Hibari, these were the two Tsuna always had the worst time tryingto figure out ways to make them get along. He had no idea what he could do to help them see eye to eye on at least one thing.

Tsuna sighed. Yes, some nice, relaxing dinner sounded good. If nothing else it would be a nice little distractions for him

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“Gyaah!”

“Boss!”

“Juudaime!”

“Kufufufu…”

“Gyahahahaha!” It was official. Vongola Decimo, the great, soon to be mafia boss of the Vongola, with the nearly limitless strength and abilities of the legendary Vongola Primo, could not hold his alcohol. This was probably why the petite brunette had been so against consuming that glass of wine Mukuro had given him in the first place, though his protests were a bit weaker for the following two glasses. And of course Mukuro had to find a way to convince Tsuna that it would be alright. It was clearly, obviously, not alright. But… damn it if Tsuna didn’t make the most adorable happy drunk as he stumbled across the living room!

“Juudaime, are you alright?” Gokudera was quickly by his boss’s side to lend him a shoulder to lean on, steadying the wobbly brunette. Tsuna fell against him, clinging to him like a life line. The silver-haired guardian felt his cheeks go warm to feel the other’s warm body against his own, and then his cheeks burned crimson when slightly glazed, honey brown eyes fixed on him and stared for a long moment. “Juudaime…?”

Tsuna continued to stare at Gokudera for a while, and then broke into a fit of giggles, toppling back in the process. “Heheheeheehee! You’re so funny, Gokudera!”

“Ah…?” Gokudera wasn’t sure what to say to that. He hadn’t said anything funny that he was aware of. “What do you mean, Juudaime?”

“OCTOPUS!” Tsuna exclaimed with a gleeful giggle, pointing at his Storm Guarian’s hair, “I never got it before, but I can see it now! Octopus! Octopus!” the Sky Guardian cried gleefully while pointing at Gokudera’s head. Gokudera swore that a crack went down the very fabric of his reality.

One moment the Storm Guardian was holding up his Juudaime, the next he was squatted in a dark corner of the room, cultivating little mushrooms, and mumbling to himself gloomily. “Juudaime hates my hair… All this time and I never knew… Such a joke… laughing at me all this time…”

Tsuna blinked large eyes vapidly, tilting his head to the side like a curious puppy, watching Gokudera with curious amusement. Really, his storm guardian could be so silly sometimes. He overreacted to everything! It was kind of cute. He stumbled his way over to his storm guardian, letting himself flop against the other’s back, wrapping his arms loosely around his neck.

“I don’t hate your hair, Gokudera…”

The Storm Guardian was sure his heart had stopped for a second there, his breath catching in his throat. For a second he was sure he was hallucinating, but the illusion didn’t fade away with this realization. He could, even now, still feel the warm, sure weight of his Juudaime on his back. He could also feel the warmth of his breath, heady from alcohol, tickling his neck, assuring that this was no strange, incredible hallucination!

He could scarcely find his voice, afraid that if he did anything the moment would quickly be over, “You… you don’t…?”

Tsuna shook his head, and even though he couldn’t see the movement, Gokudera could still feel clearly the brunette’s soft, yet spiky hair tickling against his ear with the movement. Juudaime was that close to him! But… but he had to remain calm! His boss was just… just drunk! And… and Tsuna was talking now! Crap!

“I don’t hate Gokudera’s hair. I like octopus… it’s yummy…” The young Vongola Decimo giggled (yes, giggled!) at his own bad joke and nibbled on the tips of Gokudera’s hair for emphasis.

Juudaime… was nibbling… on his hair! It was like he had just slipped into a strange dream! And… and was… were Juudaime’s hands smoothing down his chest?!

“J-juudaime…?!”

“I like Gokudera’s hair… and Gokudera’s chest, too… it’s flat… no squishy bumps… I like Gokudera…” warm breath tickled the Storm Guardian’s ears, but the words sent a whole different sort of heat through the silver-haired Italian, even the tips of his ears turning a bright red.

“Juudaime!”

This… this wasn’t right! This was just the alcohol talking! Juudaime wasn’t like this! And what was all that about not having a squishy bumps?! What did Tsuna know about squishy bumps on chests?! Gokudera couldn’t allow his boss to act rashly now and hate himself the next day. He had to stop this! But before Gokudera could even think of how to react, to find a way to set this right and keep his boss’s purity intact, Tsuna’s warm weight disappeared from his back and the room filled with that damn devil’s annoying chuckle.

“What about me, Sawada Tsunayoshi? Do you like me?” Mukuro held up the tiny brunette up in the air from under his under arms, like one would pick a child up.

Tsuna’s large, honey colored eyes stared guilelessly down into the devious, mismatched pair of crimson and blue. For a moment he looked confused, as if unsure how he had wound up in the air in Mukuro’s arms when just a moment ago he had been clinging to Gokudera’s back. In the end he shrugged it off, deciding that it really didn’t matter.

“Ano…” his lips pulled up into one of those soul warming smiles, he nodded with another giggle, “Hai! I like pineapples, too!”

Whatever Mukuro thought being compared to the tropical fruit, it didn’t show at all, the illusionist’s smile unfaltering. “Do you..? How much do you like pineapples, then Tsunayoshi? How much do you like me?” Mukuro pulled the unresisting brunette close, holding him to his chest with one arm under the Vongola’s bottom. He spared a glance at Chrome, and without a word uttered between them the young girl seemed to understand his command. The female Mist Guardian bowed her head politely and bade them all good night, making her way to the door quickly.

“I should get home before Ken-chan and Chikusa-kun start to worry about me. G-good night!”

“G’night Chrom-chan~!” Tsuna sing-songed with a childish wave, completely oblivious to his current position.

Gokudera felt a tick in his temple as two and two finally seemed to equal four. He didn’t like where this was heading at all, his suspicions growing quickly. “You damn bastard! This is your fault, isn’t it?! What did you do to the Juudaime?! I swear if you did something to make him act this way I’ll blow you up here and now!”

“Kufufufu,” the laugh irritated Gokudera to no end, “Me? Why would you suspect me of doing something, Gokudera Hayato?” Those mismatched eyes locked with stormy teal for a moment in challenge, then that bastard buried his face against Tsuna’s soft hair, nosing the silken locks, drawing little contented coos from the mafia boss.

“Mukuro… tickles…!” Tsuna half protested, though all he did to try to stop it was hide his face in the crook of the illusionist’s neck.

Gokudera growled, feeling a surge of jealous anger wash over him, “Let Juudaime go now! Or I’ll-”

“Or what, Gokudera Hayato? Will you blow up your precious boss just to get to me? Despite your beliefs, I did not do anything to the adorable Vongola Decimo… in fact, I’m quite curious myself about his nature while intoxicated. He seems quite relaxed and affectionate, doesn’t he? Kufufu…” Mukuro boldly peppered kisses on Tsuna’s neck, drawing little keening mewls from the petite brunette. He smirked at the seething Storm Guardian, daring him to act

“Ooh… Mukuro,” Tsuna moaned softly, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were talking about him. “That feels funny… tickly… but warm…” He couldn’t care less at the moment just what Mukuro was doing to his neck, so long as the pleasurable tingles didn’t stop.

Gokudera felt ice chips settle in the pit of his stomach to see his boss like this, a jealousy that it wasn’t him gnawing at his gut. He growled again. “Let him go now, Mukuro! This isn’t right! He doesn’t realize what you’re doing! And you have no shame to take advantage of him in his current state!”

“Oh…?” Mukuro’s smirk pulled up further. “And I suppose it’s alright to leave him be as long as I’m not the one who initiated the contact.” Gokudera flinched, knowing that he really wouldn’t have stopped Tsuna’s strange behavior earlier, because he wasn’t doing it to his boss. He felt a wave of guilt roll over the jealousy, though it did nothing to stop it Mukuro knew he had hit a nerve, “He may not know what he’s doing, but as long as he’s the one who did it first, it’s alright to let him continue, just as you so graciously allowed him to before? Really, Gokudera-kun, your deviousness astounds even me.”

“A-ah! That… I..!” Gokudera’s face burned a bright red as he floundered for the right words, but there were none. Mukuro was right. He had allowed Juudaime to carry on earlier when he knew that the mafia boss was acting strangely. “T-that… that’s different!”

“How is it different?” Mukuro was unbuttoning Tsuna’s shirt now, nibbling, leaving little red marks on his shoulders as he exposed them.

“Aaahn…!” Tsuna gasped softly. The tickling feelings were turning more and more tingly and nice. He trembled in Mukuro’s warm embrace, tilting his head to the side to offer more of his throat to him, “Mukuro… nnh!”

The ice chips in Gokudera’s stomach were now tiny icebergs. But he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Tsuna’s pleasure-filled face. “S-stop…!” he breathed out, only becoming angrier when his voice failed to convey his conviction.

Mukuro didn’t stop, of course, sucking hard on Tsuna’s collarbone, leaving his mark there. “You haven’t answered me. How is it different, Gokudera Hayato, because you won’t act on your own perverted thoughts?” The devil’s eyes locked with the Storm Guardian’s, and Gokudera got the feeling that Mukuro could read his every thought even as he tried to deny them. “Is it different because you like to pretend that with you he knows what he is doing, while with me he is an unknowing victim? Isn’t that the opposite of your ideal fantasy of your little boss?” Mukuro could tell that he struck a raw nerve when Gokudera flinched. The illusionist smirked even as his kisses lingered on Tsuna’s skin, relishing in the sounds the mafia boss was making just as much as he was watching Gokudera squirm in place.

“Don’t you like to pretend you’re protecting your darling little boss from such dark thoughts? Because he is a pure angel who could never want on comprehend the sins of the flesh? Because you would never want to sully the light that is Sawada Tsunayoshi in fear that it would disappear forever? You are nothing more than a hypocrite. You put Tsunayoshi on a pedestal, making him too pure for the likes of all of humanity. But even as you make him too holy and pure for human touch you imagine all the vile and twisted things you’d like to do to him. Your dreams are filled with the sounds of passion you wish to hear him make, the erotic faces, the way he’d cry out your name. And then you hate yourself for it, for defiling that pure image in your dreams. You’re pathetic.”

Gokudera’s face was as red as a tomato his hands clenched tightly and shaking at his sides. “And are you trying to tell me you’re any better?! You’re even worse than I am, you damn lecher!”

“Kufufu… I never said I was better than you, Gokudera Hayato. The only difference between the two of us is that I actually see Tsunayoshi as a human with human wants and needs. I don’t delude myself into thinking he is some perfect angel sent from the heavens that will break with the lightest touch. I know he’s as low and dirty as the rest of us.” Mukuro ran his tongue along Tsuna’s throat to prove his point, groaning at the salty/sweet taste, reveling in the sweet gasp it drew from the brunette.

“He’s warm bodied,” a nibble along the jaw and a keening mewl from Tsuna, “and so sensitive.”

“Aaahn! Mukuro!” Tsuna gasped when his Mist Guardian nibbled on his ear.

“He is filled with an endless reservoir of lust just waiting to be tapped. And if I should be the one who opens him up, then so be it.”

Gokudera watched in slow motion as the devil illusionist leaned down to claim his Juudaime’s delectably full lips. He could feel his heart pounding in his ears. Ice blood ran cold as Tsuna’s long eye lashes fluttered closed and he tilted his face up to better meet the demon’s lips. It was like time was slowing down, every millimeter their lips moved closer was like a small, torturous eternity. The devil’s lips pulled up in triumph as Tsuna’s parted in a sweet little ‘o’

No… NO!

Gokudera felt something snap within him and the next thing he was aware of, he had Tsuna cradled to his own chest. He glared daggers at Mukuro, feeling his adrenaline pumping. “Don’t. You. Touch. Juudaime.”

Mukuro simply raised an eyebrow, his smile still unfaltering. In fact, it only seemed to become smugger, more knowing, which only irritated Gokudera more. “Kufufufu…”

“What is so damn funny, you- mmnph…!”

Gokudera’s heart leapt up his throat, his body going rigid, stormy teal eyes as wide as saucers. Juudaime… Juudaime was… kissing him! He could taste the sweetness of the young mafia boss’s lips even now. They were warm and pliable and… and so very passionate, seeking, demanding even. It was like… a kick start to the pleasure center in his brain!

Gokudera’s fingers twitched uselessly for a moment, unsure what to do what, unsure what to do with his hands. But eventually nature seemed to kick in and take its course. Gokudera’s long arms wound themselves around his boss’s petite fram. Tsuna’s body felt so good against his own, warm, molding perfectly. The contours of his body were perfect as well, that slim frame, the slight curvature of his hips, and that perfectly round, squeezable behind.

“Mmnh!” Tsuna’s moan was muffled between them, but the sound was enough to draw Gokudera out of his reverie. What was he doing?! This was… this was Juudaime!

He pulled away forcibly, panting for breath, “J-juudaime… I… I’m…”

“Tsuna…” the young mafia boss interrupted, licking kiss swollen lips.

“Ah… w-what..?”

“Gokudera…” Large, glazed honey colored eyes looked up at him, but Gokudera’s eyes were more easily attracted to those full, kiss reddened lips as a pink tongue peeked out to moisten them. It took the Storm Guardian a moment to realize that Tsuna had said anything at all.

“W-what..?”

Tsuna sighed, pouting up at him, “I said: Please… my name is Tsuna… it’s always been Tsuna. Please… call me Tsuna.” He leaned up to capture his silly Storm Guardian’s lips again.

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TBC!

OMG! The first Mafia Dream that has a continuation?! Well... Mirror, Mirror might have one in the future, but this one definitely will! XD If only because I'm tired of writing long long single chapter stories! XD

This installment of Mafia Dreams is dedicated to Ashinan from right here on aff.net! She is the one who first made me realize that I was a EveryonexTsuna shipper! XD I love her fic "Want Me!" And then she went and read my Mafia Dreams and called me a gifted smut writer! This made me squeeful! I hope she likes this! And I'll try to get the second part out as quickly as possilbe!

Please review! And points to anyone who gets the mushroom reference! XD!