Chapter 61

Usually, the smell of warm food is what wakes Tsuna up. Even when he was living alone in a too bare room, not even an apartment yet, it was there. It's something he takes comfort on. And it doesn't matter if it's Daemon the one who cooks the food, he still finds it nice to smell the familiarity of it.

That morning, as he widely yawns, he realizes immediately that the smell is missing. His sleepy mind doesn't instantly clear with a start at the revelation, but it's a near thing. His body is for a moment hyperaware of his surroundings, listening with more care than usual to his intuition, looking for the disturbance in the usual harmony of the place where he sleeps. He soon realizes something new, or not new, but it's something he hasn't felt in a month: The warmth of two bodies next to him.

There's a braid close to his nose and he murmurs a not-so sleepy, "Fong?"

The man curls around him, kissing his hair as he does so. He hums in question and Tsuna shakes his head against his hold. "No, nothing. I just—"

He tries to stand up but finds himself pinned to the mattress by a heavy arm, a forehead pressed against his back. He immediately knows who is behind him, "Renato, I need to stand up."

"No, you don't," the man grumbles, but he's yawning too, which is new. Renato doesn't like to be seen as a human in front of others, even if it's Fong. Maybe he's more tired than he thinks.

Tsuna sighs but let's go, resigning himself to just awkwardly tilt his head towards the small table next to a couch where even in Vongola territory he expected for it to be a bento on top.

As if hearing his thoughts, three bento appear, next to a familiar man sitting on a chair. He's wearing the same clothes as yesterday, with the weird mask resting on his face, nose long and mocking.

"Good morning, guys."

As if burned, both men stand up in ready positions. Fong with both hands covered in flames and Renato with a gun in hand. Tsuna is looking at their backs so he isn't looking at their fierce glares sported on their faces, so in his opinion, he should be excused for the snort that escapes him, which soon turns into a full belly laugh. His body, half-sitting in surprise, goes down to the mattress as he continues laughing.

Then there's a weight dipping the bed. It takes him half a second to realize is Fong the one approaching him with an amused smile, crawling towards him like a predator towards his prey. The picture he makes is half ridiculous thanks to the clothes he's wearing, given by Renato as Fong didn't want to return to his room the previous night because of reasons.

Long story short: it's a onesie. A cute soft yellow onesie, filled with small green chameleons.

"And why are you laughing, little Sky?" he asks with a deep tone that clashes horribly with the clothes. He approaches closer until he's almost hovering over the still laughing Tsuna, giving him a perfect view of the unbuttoned front of the onesie, revealing a toned chest under it. Fong follows his new line of sight with a smirk that does incredible things to his insides. He grabs him by the sides before pulling him close. His mouth is close to his ear as he whispers with an amused tone, "Is it that funny, Tsuna?"

Tsuna wants to nod and keep laughing but he can't. Not with Fong's body so close to his, their crotches pressing together. As it is, he has to bite a sigh that wants to come out. He still involuntary opens his legs to settle them in a better position. Thing Fong uses to take a grip on his ass while his other hand goes to his back, easily lifting him up until he's sitting with Tsuna on his lap.

The urge to press closer and thrust his hips is strong but he fights it easily when he remembers there are two other people inside the room. He buries his nose in Fong's neck in embarrassment, being careful to take a peek at the others.

Renato looks annoyed in his own black onesie with yellow stars, his gun aiming at Daemon's head while the Mist looks amused as always. He lets out a silent laugh, noticeable thanks to the mask only covering the upper part of his face. "Now that the softcore porn show is over, perhaps we can get down to business?"

"Business?" Fong asks softly. Lichi, who has been sleeping on top of the chandelier, comes down to the table where Daemon is, clearly trying to look intimidating but obviously failing thanks to her height.

"Yes, yes. I've to take Tsuna to someplace. It's important, you see."

Renato speaks up, "He's not going anywhere without us" at the same time Tsuna asks, "Where?"

Ignoring the glare Renato shots him, Tsuna stops leaning against Fong to look Daemon in the eye. "I said, where?"

Daemon's smile turns into something predatory. "A mutual friend, you would say. Very fond of ramen, he is."

Tsuna stills. His hands start trembling without his consent and he has to clench them into fists to stop them. He takes a deep breath and he's glad his voice comes out stronger than he thinks it would, "I thought he didn't want to talk to me."

A shrug. "Yes, well. I don't know how that man works."

"Would someone clear to us what's going on?" Renato snaps. Fong following close with a "Yes, indeed. I think that would be the polite thing to do."

"I don't see how that's your-"

"The man in the Iron Hat. The one who invited you. He's the reason I'm here in this country. He- He cursed me, like you." He then adds with a bitter tone, "But unlike you though, I accepted the curse knowing the consequences."

"Curse? You keep mentioning that word," Renato says in a calm tone as if they're only speaking of the weather. When there's no answer to his invoiced question, he sneers, his mouth opening to probably say something scathing. However, at seeing Tsuna's pained look, he adds, softer, "If it involves us, I think we should know."

Tsuna nods, but before he can say anything, Daemon stands up. He strolls towards Tsuna, uncaring of Renato trailing behind him with his gun aimed at his head or the snarl on Fong's face as he presses him close. He holds up a hand in his direction. "Let's eat," he says, his voice amiable, unlike his eyes, filled with a warning, a 'not yet' on them.

Tsuna nods carefully, letting him know he understands the message. He turns to the others. "I already spoke with Mafer and Luce. Before I can clear out anything, I need to speak with the Man in the Iron Hat. He's the only one with most, if not all, the answers."

"Can we go with you?" Fong says in a soft tone.

Tsuna shakes his head. "It's better if you don't risk yourselves. He's pretty strong."

"If you haven't noticed, we're pretty tough, too."

"Not like this. Not like him." He looks down, debates how much to tell them at this moment. "He's not even human," he ends up whispering.

He can feel the confusion coming from his two friends and Tsuna can help but give them a dry smile. "Yeah, my life is pretty weird."

Fong answers with a smile of his own, one that's more than a little bit confused. "... Still. Not human?"

"Well, technically, I'm not human either," Daemon freaking chirps, which is creepy as hell. "The Vindice aren't either."

"They were once," Tsuna can't help but defend. Knowing the Vindice are nothing more than arcobaleno holding into their hatred feels too personal. "You were, too."

Daemon dips his head in acknowledgment before signaling the table, ignoring the wary glance the two assassins share. "Let's eat, for now, all your questions will be answered at the meeting. It's an annoyance having to explain things twice, after all."

"Yeah," Tsuna says sadly, giving Fong one last glance, wanting nothing more than to hold him close for what he feels will be the last time. He doesn't know if after explanations are done his friends will continue wanting to be his friends, after all. He should have tried to enjoy for a moment longer the peace they shared together in bed.

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Because of family reasons, I haven't posted for so long and from now on I'll be a little slow in doing so. I don't make promises. Also, I won't post any NSFW here from this fic, it'll be on my patreon, so if you want more chapters and wanna read the smut, go to my Patreon: jorieds