Title : Daemon's Bottle of Charms
Disclaimer : I do not own any of the Characters including KHR.
The two friends walked to school quietly, not making any sort of contact with each other. Tsuna is feeling humiliated by what just happened, mostly because it was a dear friend and guardian that violated him. Although it is hard to admit but, Tsuna would of preferred to be held down by Daemon instead of someone so important to him, not that he wouldn't more likely choose never to do such a thing again but, to him, Gokudera Hayato isn't the kind of person to get involved with in such a way. Being a friend is good enough.
He doesn't know how Gokudera feels right now. It would be nice if he has already gone back to normal after one session even if his heart might be scarred, which is better than having him flirt with Tsuna in front of more possible witnesses. If only Daemon never showed up then none of this would of happened in the first place. There is currently a lot of anger held captive within the future Mafia boss that may one day be released right in the illusionist's face. One day, he will let Daemon know how disturbing he really is, as if he can actually be unaware of that.
"Dame-Tsuna," A student calls, couple of minutes after said brown-haired has parted ways from his best friend at the school. Tsuna turns round to meet eyes with the much smarter and darker-colored boy, while wondering what he has to say. "Some girls keep telling me that you smell dirty." The sound of teenage girls giggling is heard coming from behind Noboru, which must mean that they are the ones he's talking about. Despite being very weak on all school subjects, Tsuna knows exactly what they mean by saying 'dirty' and, out of mostly shock, he screams. "Ehhhh!?"
He may have been able to wash himself from the illusionist's remains, but he has yet to do the same for Gokudera's. Due to complete embarrassment and double the humiliation, Tsuna storms away from his classmate and towards the boy's bathroom. Face turned as red as a tomato while girls continued to giggle in delight and pity. There's a possibility that they all have also smelled the potion that has already given him a lot of misfortune, and for that he will try his best to avoid them. Somehow, he feels that many other students have been looking at him in a very...'spooky' way.
For the sake of his own life, he develops the desire to jump out the bathroom window and run away from school, but doing so will seriously get him expelled and no one is going to accept that. Not his mother nor Reborn.
Now partly covered in clean water, Tsuna turns the tap off and breathes deeply, feeling exhausted from the unexpected running and the sudden rise in fear. He really doesn't want to live through another day of horror all because he is who he is. For some reason he finds it so unfair on him, even though others that he has encountered have gone through much more gruesome lives, especially at a young age. "Yo, Tsuna." A familiar voice calls from behind.
As much as this voice has always brought joy to his heart, hearing it now is very worrying to him. He doesn't want things to turn out the same way they did when he was with his storm guardian, so before he does anything he carefully plans his words. Yamamoto Takeshi mustn't fall for him no matter what. A good friend - as Tsuna wants - must always remain as a good friend. Which is why he must...
With the smell caused from an intense moment of sex washed off by the cold water, the irremovable smell of Daemon's potion becomes clear, so clear that Yamamoto is immediately 'possessed' by it. The nose that has inhaled the sensational smell moves closer to sniff on Tsuna's smooth neck. So nice this new smell is to him, it is driving him virtually insane to the point where his own mind and body are running on their own. Tsuna becomes greatly terrified when his taller friend's arms tightly wrap themselves around his waist.
He is now (obviously) trapped.
This spell over the rain guardian won't end until his aroused body gets what it wants, which means Tsuna must suffer through another round of sex, this time, inside his own school.
So fast his friend is. One minute he is simply at his neck with his nose lightly blowing out warm breathes, the next his hands have successfully undone his belt and are now inside his boxers. It is as if this person is experienced, though that is very unlikely. Even if they end up having sex together, Tsuna will never believe that Yamamoto is the person to have done this before. "Tsuna..." Yamamoto slightly growls, his voice sounding awfully attracting. With the little sanity he has left, he lifts his boss off his feet - much to said boss's shock - and through one of the many doors. He places Tsuna on top of the closed toilet seat and locks the door, granting himself complete and private access to this boy he is so badly tempted to touch.
Never has Tsuna expected himself to be put in a situation where he must use force against one of his guardians, with the exception of Hibari. Sinful hands pull at Yamamoto's hair as an attempt to remove the head from between his legs. Those sweet lips are sucking on him like a wild animal, moving up and down rapidly. Tsuna tries hard to keep quiet or else someone will hear him. Rumors must have already spread by now that Tsuna has a girlfriend or something because of how he smelled earlier, which only means that even if nobody hears him moan, he will still become a laughing stock.
Anyway, he continues refusing to make his life any worse for himself and intently bites his bottom lip, barely succeeding in keeping quiet. Blood soon drips down from his new bruise when he comes to the point of releasing inside of Yamamoto's warm mouth, thus creating the need of more force. When the rain guardian sees this attempt he kindly licks the blood away, before positioning himself in front of Tsuna's entrance. This is all he wants at the moment, and deep down Tsuna is upset about it. More anger boils from within while guilt grows as well. If only Daemon never showed up.
Seconds later, the two Japanese teenagers become connected and like the smaller one's previous time, this moment is as hot and as wild. However, the pain is more great, because he has yet to recover.
"Yama...moto...kun...!" He moans loudly, only by chance that no one has heard or seen him.