Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Fan Fiction ❯ Everything Changes ❯ Everything Changes ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: I do not own Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

 

It starts like this: Gokudera is blushing and Yamamoto is wearing one of his rare serious faces. Tsuna is very aware of the fact that Gokudera isn't trying to strangle the other guardian, and that he looks oddly subdued—reluctant.

 

“Me and Gokudera have something we want to talk to you about,” says Yamamoto. “Can we go to my place after school?”

 

Gokudera's eyes are darting back and forth, from Tsuna's face to the floor, and for all that his blush has deepened, he seems oddly excited. So Tsuna nods dumbly, confused and suspicious, but still trusting; because really, what's the worst that can happen?

 

Yamamoto smiles wide, and, for several moments, Gokudera looks as if he's been doused in icy cold water. Throughout the day, he shoots Tsuna furtive glances during class, and Tsuna pretends not to notice them. He also pretends not to notice the blush that occasionally graces Gokudera's cheeks, and the way that the other boy bites his bottom lip.

 

He does his best to keep his doubt at bay, lest he lose his nerve and do something to live up to his reputation for uselessness. Above all else, Gokudera and Yamamoto are his friends (the only ones he's ever really had), and he doesn't want to mess it up for any reason; certainly not because of fear. When the final bell chimes, signaling the end of the school day, Tsuna wishes—probably for the first time in his entire life—that Reborn was around to shoot him with one of his magical bullets. Maybe then Tsuna wouldn't feel this anxiety niggling in the pit of his stomach.

 

Gokudera is strangely silent as they walk out of the classroom together, which only serves to heighten Tsuna's suspicion that something is not quite right. Normally, Gokudera is chatty. Well, with Tsuna he is, anyway. The silence between them is made all the more pronounced by the steady din of restless students hustling their way out of the school.

 

Hesitantly, Tsuna asks, “Gokudera-kun?”

 

“Y-yes?” replies Gokudera, who is looking pointedly ahead.

 

“Is something the matter?”

 

Gokudera pauses before answering, and bites his bottom lip once more. Finally, he says, “No, Tenth. I'm fine. I just…I…um…”

 

Tsuna opens his mouth to pry for a more satisfactory answer, but is stopped by a Yamamoto's cry of greeting. The dark-haired boy is running towards them with his customary smile in place, a nice dose of normality on this increasingly anomalous day.

 

“Hahaha. So, are we still on?”

 

For the briefest of moments, Tsuna considers answering `no'. If he wants to back out of this—whatever `this' is—now is the time. But he doesn't say `no'; he doesn't say anything. He just nods his head and walks, Gokudera on his right and Yamamoto on his left. Yamamoto, blessedly, is talking about something mundane that Tsuna cannot follow for the life of him; he's much too worried. Even so, it's nice to have something in the background to offset the feeling that, somehow, this is going to change everything. What is going to change, and how, is a mystery—but Tsuna just knows, deep down in the part of himself that's usually reserved for his Dying Will, that it's going to happen.

 

They arrive at Yamamoto's house fairly quickly, and Yamamoto leads the three of them to the dojo. He says that his father's working late at the restaurant, and won't be home until at least eleven. “So we don't have to worry about any interruptions,” he says, and laughs.

 

Tsuna is about to ask what Yamamoto means by that, but his voice catches in his throat when he sees the expression on his and Gokudera's faces. Tsuna is suddenly conscious of the fact that he is physically isolated from the other two, of how they are standing across from him, side-by-side, gazing at him in a way that he cannot begin to describe. He has no idea what's going on, and he has no idea what to do.

 

He forces himself to stand as still as possible.

 

“Tenth,” says Gokudera, “I…we…” He swallows, flushing beet red. He shoots a frown at Yamamoto. “You say it,” he commands, trying to sound gruff. “This was your idea, so you say it.”

 

“Okay,” says Yamamoto. His stance reminds Tsuna of the way he had looked before his fight with Squalo, or when he's about to go onto the batting pitch.

 

Tsuna steals himself as best he can. Which is to say, he is doing everything in his power not to flee.

 

I don't want anything to change, he thinks. Not now—not after I've finally-

 

“Tsuna,” says Yamamoto. “Me and Gokudera have been having sex with each other.”

 

“Eh?”

 

“Me and Gokudera have been having sex with each other,” repeats Yamamoto.

 

A million replies swarm through Tsuna's head, ranging from `good for you' to `and why are you telling me this?'. Eventually, he settles on a comfortable middle ground.

 

“That's…unexpected.”

 

“Hahaha, I guess so,” says Yamamoto. He walks over to Tsuna, smiling. He puts his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders, and looks him directly in the eyes. “But that's not what we wanted to talk to you about.”

 

For the third time that day, Tsuna is rendered unable to say what he wants, only this time for a very different reason.

 

Yamamoto is kissing him.

 

It takes a moment to register, but that is definitely what is happening. Yamamoto has pressed their lips together, and his tongue has found its way into Tsuna's mouth, and his hand is brushing up and down Tsuna's cheek.

 

Tsuna stands there, motionless, unsure of how to respond. Yamamoto breaks the kiss, perhaps sensing the other boy's trepidation. Tsuna is trembling, and he feels unnaturally warm.

 

“What's going on?” he asks.

 

Yamamoto doesn't answer. Instead, he leans forward again, this time to kiss along Tsuna's jaw. Through the haze of confusion and awkwardness, Tsuna is coming to terms with the fact that this is Not A Dream, and that one of his best friends has just admitted that he's having sex with Tsuna's other best friend. To make matters worse (or better, Tsuna isn't entirely sure at the moment) now said friend is touching him in that way, while his other friend is watching.

 

And…

 

“There was always something missing,” says Gokudera, to Tsuna's surprise. “We…we're part of the Vongola family. It just didn't feel right without the Boss…without you.”

 

And then Gokudera is behind him, breath hot against his neck. “Tenth…” he whispers, with even more reverence than usual.

 

Yamamoto, who has been giving Tsuna what will undoubtedly become a rather substantial hickey, draws back. He steps to the side and grabs Gokudera's collar, pulling him into a heated kiss. Tsuna remembers what the kissing had felt like (odd, but good), but to see it happening was another experience entirely. He can't see all that much, to be honest, except the occasional glimpse of tongue and spit. What's really interesting is the way that the two are touching each other.

 

Yamamoto has reached down, and is gently rubbing the growing bulge in Gokudera's uniform pants. Gokudera's hands have snaked around to grasp Yamamoto's backside, pulling him closer so that Yamamoto's crotch is pressed more firmly against his. The action seems to squish Yamamoto's hand between them, and it looks uncomfortable, but both boys are making noises of satisfaction in the backs of their throats.

 

Tsuna realizes with a jolt of mortification that he has been right, all along, and that things between them are never going to be the same. This epiphany is accompanied by another one, which only serves to deepen the impact of the whole situation: Tsuna is hard.

 

His eyes have drifted to the floor, away from the scene unfolding before him that he is finding increasingly difficult to ignore. It takes him a moment to notice that the noises have stopped, and he looks up once more.

 

Yamamoto and Gokudera are both breathing hard, looking at him expectantly. Against his better judgment, Tsuna finds himself examining their crotches. They're both hard, as well.

 

Tsuna does his best to keep his voice steady. “Is this what you wanted to talk to me about?”

 

“Yeah,” replies Gokudera, hesitation overridden with desire.

 

Tsuna's erection is painful and insistent, even as he does his best to gather his thoughts into words. “For how long?” he asks.

 

“A while.”

 

The way it's said—quiet, earnest—melts away a little more of Tsuna's resolve. Maybe things are going to change, maybe he's going to regret this, but it seems like it's been a long time coming. Now that the admission has been made, now that the two of them are looking at him like that, now that he knows…

 

Tsuna is at a complete loss for words, so he walks forward and pulls Gokudera into a kiss. It's clumsy at first, because Tsuna has never really done anything like this before; but then Gokudera is kissing him back, and it becomes anything but clumsy. When they pull apart, Gokudera is grinning like a complete maniac.

 

“You mean you really…?”

 

Tsuna feels a genuine smile grace his lips for the first time that day. The anxiety is still there, but it seems far away—insignificant. “Yeah,” he says.

 

“Hahaha,” laughs Yamamoto. “That's a relief.”

 

 

It ends like this: They find themselves on the dojo floor, a mess of hands and mouths. Gokudera and Yamamoto are the experienced ones, so they tell Tsuna what to do, where to touch.

 

Gokudera winds up on all fours, with Yamamoto behind him, pushing lubed fingers in and out of his ass.

 

Tsuna is kneeling in front of him, and Gokudera is gently running his tongue over the head of his cock. Tsuna is trying to summon the most unsexy thoughts he can come up with, because otherwise he's probably going to come too soon. Gokudera moves his head forward, taking in more of Tsuna's cock, and Tsuna has to scrap the idea that it's `probable' at all; at this rate, he won't last another minute.

 

In an effort to prolong the experience, he looks away from the enticing sight of Gokudera's lips wrapped around his erection. It proves futile, as he's met instead with the sight of Yamamoto thrusting into Gokudera, his face flushed with pleasure. Tsuna manages to keep his eyes open long enough to see Yamamoto shudder and moan Gokudera's name.

 

He's not sure if he's happy or angry when the warmth of Gokudera's mouth is suddenly absent.

 

“Wha?” he asks, opening his eyes groggily when he feels strong arms hoisting him onto his feet, gently urging him to walk forward, and then pushing him down onto his knees once more.

 

It takes his foggy brain a moment to register that he's just been moved by Yamamoto, and that Gokudera's asshole is right there, still wet with Yamamoto's come.

 

“Your turn,” Yamamoto says. He reaches down to grasp Tsuna's cock and guides it into Gokudera.

 

It's too much, too soon. The tightness, the friction, the knowledge that the slickness, the warm wetness, is Yamamoto's come—all of it combined is enough to make Tsuna's eyes tear up as he spends himself deep inside of Gokudera's ass.

 

All of his strength leaves him, and he collapses against the solid muscle of Yamamoto's chest. He must have blacked out soon after, and when he comes to he is sandwiched between his two guardians (when, exactly, had Gokudera moved?) in a sticky, sweaty embrace.

 

It feels comfortable; it feels right.

 

Things have changed, he thinks, as Gokudera snuggles in closer, using Tsuna's shoulder as a pillow.

 

Indeed, they have changed, and Tsuna's life will probably never go back to the way it was before; even so, Tsuna smiles.

 

At the moment, naked and sated with his two best friends, he can't bring himself to care.