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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Katekyou_Hitman_Reborn!
  Relationship:
      Gokudera_Hayato/Sawada_Tsunayoshi/Yamamoto_Takeshi
  Character:
      Sawada_Tsunayoshi, Gokudera_Hayato, Yamamoto_Takeshi
  Additional Tags:
      Codependency, Threesome_-_M/M/M, Protectiveness, Katekyou_Hitman_Reborn!
      Kink_Meme
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-30 Words: 2247
****** Body Guarding ******
by blueberry
Summary
     In the aftermath of an attack on Tsuna, there's a little too much
     distance from him for Yamamoto and Gokudera to stand.
Notes
     Request: Yamamoto/Tsuna/Gokudera sandwich, body guarding.

It was too late. The cinema was a pile of rubble and a column of smoke; they
were too late. Ambulances, police cars, and gaping crowds had got there first,
all in the way as they tried to get closer, and they were already way too late.
But it was all right: There was Tsuna, sitting on the pavement beside Reborn
with a blanket wrapped around him.
"Tenth!" "Tsuna!"
His look of dull shock turned into a smile when he saw them, and they crowded
close to grip his arms and look him over, and smiled back in wild relief.

--

"It seems crazy to think a classmate of ours was an undercover hitman,"
Yamamoto said, shaking his head.
Gokudera's hand trembled in rage as he put some of his personal salve on the
minor burn on Tsuna's cheek. "That bitch is lucky the police got there before
Reborn-san was through with her! And luckier that they took her away before we
showed up."
"I can't believe the first person I asked out tried to kill me! She seemed so
nice..." Tsuna moaned. She'd kept catching his eye across the classroom, and
chatting with him in her sweet voice, and hadn't laughed at all when he'd asked
her out to a movie. "I just wanted one normal date!" Like it hadn't taken long
enough to resign himself to staying friends with Kyoko, and even longer to
screw up the courage to ask out someone else.
"Tenth..." Gokudera said as his shoulders slumped. Yamamoto slid over so that
he sat behind Tsuna and put his arms around him and rested his forehead against
the back of Tsuna's head. "Sorry, Tsuna."
"Me too, Tenth. We should have been quicker..."
"It barely took you twenty minutes to get there after Reborn called you," Tsuna
said. "Anyway, a date isn't the kind of thing you guys should be nearby for."
He gave Gokudera a reassuring smile and patted Yamamoto's hands where they lay
against his stomach, and they sat in silence as Gokudera treated his burns.
"Hey, Tsuna," said Yamamoto.
"What?"
"Don't go on any more dates." Yamamoto laughed like he knew it wasn't much of a
solution, but he sounded a little serious. "Didn't the kid say you ought to be
more careful about letting strangers into your life? So don't have any more
dates. Simple."
"Just because it's not a game doesn't mean that everyone's out to get me."
Tsuna leaned sideways and smiled gently at him, so that Yamamoto wouldn't feel
like he was being made fun of.
"Yeah, yeah," said Yamamoto, still half-laughing. "What about the ones who are?
I didn't like getting that phone call from the kid and then not knowing if you
were okay until we found you guys."
"We should do background checks on the people you want to date, Tenth!"
Gokudera said, putting a reassuring hand on Tsuna's knee. "I wanted to suggest
that, but I didn't want to put you off. I'm sorry!"
"Forget about that," Yamamoto said. "We're here. Wouldn't that be enough?"
Tsuna and Gokudera's eyes met in mutual confusion, and then they looked at
Yamamoto. He stared at Tsuna intently. "If you wanted me to. I could help out."
He shifted, pressing right up against Tsuna, and then his head lowered, and he
nosed around Tsuna's hair - nuzzling. His breath was warm, and then he pressed
his lips to Tsuna's cheek. "If you want to," Yamamoto said; so soft.

--

It wasn't exactly a surprise, Tsuna realised as the three of them sat frozen.
It wasn't like it was normal to be close like this: him basically in Yamamoto's
lap as Gokudera gently rubbed salve on his skin. Most guys wouldn't be
comfortable with that.
Yamamoto gave him a more insistent kiss. "Won't it be enough this way? Then you
won't have to go out and get hurt again." Tsuna jumped as Gokudera's hand on
his knee gripped hard. He winced, waiting for Gokudera to yell loud enough to
rupture a lung.
"Bastard," Gokudera said hoarsely. He started getting up. It seemed to actually
be difficult, and then Tsuna saw how hard he was shaking. "Doing that when I'm
right here."
"Then stay," said Yamamoto. "We'll both convince Tsuna he doesn't need to
bother with strangers."
Gokudera stared at Yamamoto. He'd gone pale; by contrast, Tsuna could hear his
own hammering heart send blood to his face. He was embarrassed mostly because
he was scared Yamamoto would realise this was weird and let him go after all,
and because he didn't want Gokudera to leave.
Gokudera was still on the floor with them, and he put a hand back on Tsuna's
knee. "If he keeps behaving like a freak, tell me. I'll kill him where he
stands," he said soothingly.
Tsuna shook his head and then looked down. He couldn't look at Gokudera. "Don't
fight," he said.
Gokudera's grip tightened. "Okay, then," he said, a tremble in his voice. He
cleared his throat and said it again, more authoritative. "Okay." He stood up.
"Gokudera-kun..."
"Tenth?"
"I don't want to ruin things," Tsuna said. "But ... do you have to go?" He
wanted to stay where he was, in the warmth of their care. There were few other
things he could depend on. He looked up and watched Gokudera's eyes go wide.
"See? It's all right," said Yamamoto. He nuzzled Tsuna again, and then Gokudera
fell to his knees and pulled Tsuna forwards. "Ten--" But he couldn't let
himself finish before he was kissing Tsuna.
Tsuna gasped in elation and put his arms around Gokudera's neck. Gokudera
pushed forwards so hard they all lost balance, rolling to the floor with thumps
against knees, elbows and heads. Yamamoto got out from under Tsuna and sat on
his haunches, smiling down, and then worked his hands down Tsuna's sides until
he found the bottom of his shirt. Heart beating wildly, Tsuna let him pull it
off. Gokudera swore and began to mouth at his neck, working his way downwards.
Tsuna jumped as he felt Gokudera grind down on him, erection obvious through
the layers of fabric in the way.
"Hey, this was my idea," Yamamoto said. "Gokudera!"
Gokudera shivered with the effort of redirecting his attention. "Huh?" he said,
stroking Tsuna's cheek as he peered at Yamamoto.
"It was my idea," Yamamoto said. "I should go first."
Tsuna sputtered indignantly. "I'm not a ride!"
"Oh, so you want to top?" Yamamoto asked.

--

When Gokudera regained consciousness they all debated a while, and then
Yamamoto dug a coin from his jeans pocket. "Tails I win, heads it's Gokudera,"
said Yamamoto. "Is that okay?"
NO, Tsuna thought. "Do I have to be the girl?" he whined.
"Guys do this too, obviously!" Yamamoto laughed far too hard at him, and so
fondly. He put an arm around Tsuna. "Anyway, it's so you can figure out how it
works. You're the one who never reads the magazines the guys in class pass
around."
Like that kind of thing gave a realistic idea about sex, Tsuna wanted to say,
but right then Gokudera jostled him as he shoved Yamamoto's arm off his
shoulder. "Don't jump the gun! None of that's allowed until we do the coin
toss!" Gokudera turned to Tsuna. "Tenth, are you sure you wouldn't rather pick
- which one of us...?"
Tsuna shook his head. He wasn't going to ... play favourites, or whatever. It
occurred to him that all this was really insane, but he said, "Flip the coin."
They didn't give him much time to regret it. Hands, everywhere hands. Tsuna
might have protested after all, because what they were doing might change
things between them for good, but there were hands all over him. He was the
only one who was naked, but it didn't seem to bother them, and for some reason
it didn't bother him. Gokudera was earnest and quiet except for these tiny
sounds that he made against Tsuna's neck. Yamamoto was laughing, naturally.
"Relax," he said, sounding anything but relaxed himself, his voice as tense as
his hands with excitement. "Me and Gokudera will take care of everything. Of
you."
"Are you okay, Tenth?" Gokudera asked.
"Uh huh," Tsuna gasped.
"Tell me if he hurts you." Little kisses were pressed along his hairline and
hands massaged his shoulders. "Oi, Yamamoto," Gokudera said when he lifted his
head, his voice far sharper. "Be careful. Or else."
"I won't hurt you. Promise," Yamamoto said, holding Tsuna's gaze, and then
looked up to Gokudera. "I promise. But can I—?" He looked back to Tsuna,
smiling helplessly as his hand slid to Tsuna's backside.
"Yeah. It's okay," Tsuna said, and imagined what he'd said yes to. Would it
hurt a lot? But it was Yamamoto nudging his legs apart, and Gokudera taking
hold of his hand and kissing his fingers to make him feel better. That mattered
more.
The fingers slicked in hand lotion stretching him didn't hurt - well, the third
one did, but - "Yamamoto," Tsuna whined, and it wasn't a protest.
"It's okay, right? It's okay," Yamamoto said. Gokudera kissed Tsuna's forehead,
fingers, ears - everywhere. Then as Tsuna watched Yamamoto fumbling with the
front of his own trousers, Gokudera coaxed his head back to kiss him open-
mouthed.
Yamamoto pushed Tsuna's legs up gently and unstoppably, getting one hooked over
his shoulder and the other in the crook of his elbow, making Tsuna feel kind of
like a really lucky folding chair. His hands gripped Tsuna's hips to help him
push in: blunt, hot, slick; jerking and eager. He made odd, shocked noises in
his throat, and then breathy gasps that edged into laughter.
Tsuna clutched Gokudera's hand. The free one trailed away from his chest, down
his bent-up body and curled around his cock, a little awkward but firm. At
first Gokudera jerked him off out of time with Yamamoto's thrusts and it felt
like Tsuna was falling apart chasing both sensations, but Gokudera got the hang
of it quickly. "It's still all right?" he said anxiously.
Yes, yes, yes. When Tsuna tried to say it, it was too hard to get his mind
together, but it spilled out on its own as he rocked with them, "Yes, yes!"
"Tenth," said Gokudera, and it sounded like he might cry. Tsuna opened his eyes
to look at him.
"Go - oh! - Gokudera-kun?"
"Yeah?" he said, but now he sounded normal and he looked all right - just
dazed. Tsuna brought their joined hands to his chest.
"Hey," said Yamamoto. "Say my name too." He ignored the rhythm of his thrusts
to bend forwards and kiss Tsuna. It shoved him in deeply, and Tsuna groaned
into the kiss.
"Yamamoto," he cried, without even meaning to.
A few more strokes from both of them and he was coming, legs kicking out over
Yamamoto's back and body arching off the ground, digging his shoulders into
Gokudera's chest, and then he slipped down with a thump. "Sorry," Tsuna
groaned, bewildered, between noises of pure pleasure.
He jerked again at the feeling of Yamamoto coming, driving deeply into him in a
surge of wetness. Yamamoto clutched hard at his hips, but the pain of his grip
was offset by the sight of his lean body straining. Then Gokudera knocked his
hands away. "Don't fucking hurt him," he hissed.
Yamamoto didn't look entirely on top of things when he opened his eyes, but he
moved out of Tsuna and leaned forwards to run a hand through his hair. "Did I?
Sorry, Tsuna."
"No, I - ow," said Tsuna, trying to sit up. "A little, but I - I - you're
amazing." He turned his head so that his cheek rested on Gokudera's chest. "You
guys are..." (when he wasn't blurting it out, it was embarrassing to say)
"...amazing."
"Ha!" said Yamamoto in triumph, grinning hugely, and pecked Tsuna on the cheek.
"Then we won't have to worry about hitmen anymore. You'll be safe."
Gokudera's arms tightened around Tsuna and reminded him of something.
"Gokudera-kun, aren't you still ... um, do you need us to take care of you?"
Gokudera turned scarlet. "Th-that's all right ... the problem took care of
itself."
Yamamoto burst out laughing. "Gokudera thinks we're really hot! You got off
just looking at us?"
"Not you! I was looking at the Tenth!"
"It must have been hard not to look at me at the same time," Yamamoto said,
grinning.
If he closed his eyes there would be nothing different to how they always were,
shoving words and challenges back and forth. Tsuna smiled and, as usual, played
referee. "I'm kind of tired."
Yamamoto ran his fingers through Tsuna's hair. "You're cute when you're sleepy.
Sure you don't want to go again?"
Tsuna's eyes went wide, and Gokudera's arms tightened some more. "Leave the
Tenth alone, pervert."
"Could we just relax?" Tsuna suggested.
Before he could try and get to his feet, Gokudera had scooped him up bridal
style. He lay Tsuna down on the bed and said, "Would you like to sleep
alo—hey!" Yamamoto was already clambering into the bed. "Should've known you'd
want to fucking cuddle."
"Don't you?" said Yamamoto, wrapping his arms around Tsuna.
Tsuna held up his hand, and Gokudera practically fell down beside him, his arms
winding over and around Yamamoto's as he held on to Tsuna. It was hot and
sticky and comfortable. Tsuna didn't know how long a situation like this could
last, but for now ... he had them, and they had him, and it was exactly enough.
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