Tsuna hadn't really thought about it much. All he wanted was a trim.

The minute he steps into the salon though, he'd wanted to step right out, 'cause the place was emanating gay pride. Y'know, all from just one person. It's kinda unnerving. The aura being one of rainbows, and puppies, and all that. Except he can't slip away 'cause the bell on the door rings right when he opens it, and the store's almost empty apart from the gay person, and another person.

That makes two people, Tsuna adds up, and that person had spotted him.

"Why hallo thar, dahling~!" The person, he looks up from straightening some really long, silver hair. "Won't you sit right down there, I'll get to you... YOU~!" His sudden spasm makes the straightener hiss dangerously close to the customer's face, causing the dude with the hair to go:

"VOOOOOOIII! WATCH IT, YOU HOMO."

Tsuna's heart turns cold with dread.

The straightener's safely put back in that trolley thing and Lussuria makes an exaggerated sad face. Hands clapped across his cheeks while he wails, "You're such a meanie, SquBum."

"SHUT UP, FAG," Then Squalo turns his head, looks at the kid at the doorway, and starts to smirk. "AHAHAHAHAHA, got lost or something?"

Tsuna just stands there for a while, with that stunned, dreaded face ever since he realizes that the dude's Squalo, and all he knows is that... that guy teaches Yamamoto the Way of the Sword. And he's freaking loud. Then there was the gay dude, with his... okama voice and everything. Never seen him before. And considering the green hair, he would've thought he'd had.

"AHAHA, KID DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO READ," Squalo chortles with laughter. "This is Lussuria's Salon. Name's right there and shit. Didn't know he's in our group?"

Lussuria goes all giggly in the background, popping up and saying, "I'm Varia's Mama. Feel free to tell me what's troubling you, honey."

That leaves Tsuna with this really sour taste in his mouth, what with the name calling. He goes, "No thanks." Then: "S-sorry. I'll be taking my leave," Tsuna stammers, almost inaudible. He isn't real good at dealing with people he doesn't know that well.

"VOOOOOOOOOOOII! WHERE THE HELL D'YOU THINK YOU'RE GOING?"

Tsuna's caught just when he's turning the door knob by Lussuria, dragging him by the hand and plopping him down on those huge salon chairs. All Tsuna's thinking is, he's fast. He didn't even have time to protest.

"Well, although we're enemies an' all, Squalo here teaches your kid 'bout swordfighting. By the way, that Yamamoto- he's a hunk, isn't he?" Lussuria chats cheerily, and Tsuna feels the chair being adjusted, feeling like a midget.

"Uh- really, I don't- DON'T!" He cries, shooting out, hands flinging out to cover his spiky mass of hair.

Lussuria'd started threading through his hair, and that's really, really uncomfortable 'cause he's a bit sensitive around the ears, and it's just... really embarrassing. He really didn't think when he came here; just on a whim, and he hates himself for a minute.

Squalo starts chuckling a bit again, off at the side. He's lounging on his salon chair, legs propped up on those hairdresser desks. Lussuria's looking at him, eyes covered by those mirror shades, and he sees himself in the lenses. Anyway- Lussuria's looking at him, all comically shocked, and he goes, "Aw, babe, don't be like that."

He's plopped back down by a hefty hand, and he shivers, tensing up again, when fingers brush against the back of his neck.

"You've got real nice skin, love. You want a wash?" The guy gets that bib thing on him.

Mom told him never to talk to strangers, and Tsuna'd always follow her advice, 'cause although he's going through his rebellious teenager mode, he really does love her and everything. But Tsuna says, "Umm- sure thanks. I-it's Sawada, please. Sawada Tsunayoshi." At least the dude won't call him weird pet names or anything.

"Kay then, Tsunakins," Lussuria chirps and brings over the water basin. He feels the cold of Lussuria's fingers as he puts a towel over his forehead, just so he doesn't get water on his face, or soap in his eyes.

He hears the water run, and Squalo's barking laughter. "You have a horrible hairstyle. How 'bout something like Mario del Monaco? His youth."

Lussuria's voice, deep and womanly somehow. "Ah- Squ, you never told me you listen to opera. I have these wonder-"

"SHUT UP, TRANNY."

The water is warm, and Lussuria's hands are gentle. His neck and shoulders are still a bit tense, since he's holding them up, so Lussuria wouldn't have any difficulties handling his head.

Soap is gently molded into his scalp and then, "Oh my, dearie, just relax. This isn't a surgery." A soapy hand pushes against his bib, so he does just that. He lets out all the energy. "That's good."

"Fuck, this is boring." Squalo's drawl.

"SQU-A-LO."

Tsuna flinches. "Your language, hun. It's inappropriate."

The water's wrung out, head tipped back, towel slipping off his forehead to dry his hair some more. Tsuna's head wobbles a bit as Lussuria ruffles the water out, and the result is a fluffball on his head.

"Uh- er- I- I'm sorry," Tsuna apologizes on his hair's behalf.

"No worries, sweetheart. Now- haircut, trim, or perm? Anything else, just ask right away, and I'll get to it, sweetie," Lussuria combs through his hair, dismissing his apology. Damn Italians.

"No. I'm fuckin' SERIOUS, LUSSURIA. YOU BASTARD, LISTEN TA ME WHEN I'M SPEAKIN'." Squalo's eyebrows furrow deeper, if that was possible, and Lussuria blocks the brush Squalo throws with a metal-padded knee from under his pink apron.

Tsuna questions this nonsense, until HOLY SHI- He does a major spasm when Lussuria starts combing with his fingers again, brushing the back of his ear, so he gasps a little.

Thenre it goes again, this time at the back of his neck, right on his spine, and there's no hair there.

Another hand massages that part on his head, and another little gasp.

"Well now..." Breathed beside Tsuna's ear, all hot and heavy, causing another squeak. "What delightful reactions are those, Tsuna?"

Tsuna sneaks a look at Squalo, just so he sees what kind of expression he has. Please let this guy be teasing, Tsuna prays, but Squalo's look is totally frightening. It's the kind of face that would beat Xanxus' on a bad day, and that was scary.

Then fingers trail down his neck, onto his shoulders. The protective cover is stripped away, and the hands are back. Tsuna twitches and instead of saying, "Stop," like he should have, he gasps, "The door- the door's open."

That's when Squalo stands up real suddenly, to lock it, while Lussuria chuckles smilingly, "Never saw Squ get so burned up like that." Back down to a deep whisper, "Doll, you got one sexy voice." A hand strays close to his nipple, where he grits his teeth and tries to shut up.

Squalo's back, and he gets all close up in Tsuna's personal space, hands already plucking at his shirt, lifting it up. It catches at his arms, over his head, and his stillwet hair tickles at his hands. Then he realizes his body's right there. Like, naked. Semi, thank King Mosca.

"!" Tsuna's lifted up from under his arms, and it hurts a little, at the muscle, but Squalo takes his legs, and they move to- to- to a backroom?!

"A-a-agh! You planned this!" He hisses, and bucks on the floor. Supplies surround him from getting to the door and the roughness of the carpeted ground presses against his back.

"Well, no, not really, sweetums." Lussuria's apron is thrown off, the tux he wears underneath slowly getting unbuttoned.

Squalo's jacket makes a heavy thud beside his head. "Get comfortable, Vongola." He says it with a feral smirk, gesturing at it with black, shiny gloves, freaking shark.

"Naw, babe. Here's better."

"Gah!" He's lifted up onto someone's lap- Lussuria's, and starts writhing when Lussuria starts sucking at his neck, biting, nibbling, at it. Then Squalo crawls up, takes his mouth into his, and thrusts his tongue deep, all pulsing, possession. He veers the kiss off, a trail down to the other side of his neck, and bites, almost drawing blood.

He whimpers , trying to bring his hands down to cover something. He was too exposed, and it was total... humiliation. "S-so, th-this? You guys b-bring yourselves to th-this? B-ba- bastards." Tsuna chokes out, being felt up to the inch of his freaking miserable, gay life.

Squalo quits biting at his nipple, and goes back in for a kiss, mumbling an unusually loud, "Shut up."

"Don't get him yelling during sex, dearie," Lussuria grinds up, pulling Tsuna's hips down into his hardness, and Squalo's at getting Tsuna's pants unzipped.

"I don't yell, woman. Fuck. Shut up- Not you." Tsuna watches dazedly as Squalo sucks a gloved finger into his mouth, tonguing at it until it's coated with spit. His thought process went, what are they gonna d-oow.

Tsuna bucks away from the intruder at his ass, his arms freeing from his shirt to be held by strong man hands. He mewls a failing argument, and the damn shark starts scissoring, sending sparks of electricity up his navel, curling around his groin.

"N-n-noo. Y-you- s-stop." He manages to open his eyes, and Squalo, he sees fluttering eyelashes, and the friggin' kid looks way too pretty. Way too fragile.

"Fine." He stops the fingering, gets rid of the glove, and thrusts his cock in with one fluid motion. Tsuna screams almost, contorting like some freaking snake, all sinew and muscle.

Squalo waits there, breathing a little tense, waiting for Tsuna to relax. Doesn't seem like it though. Tsuna's fingers claw at Lussuria's shirt, cursing in silent streams of gibberish, or Japanese. Squalo can't tell.

Then Squalo smirks, stretching the kid's asshole a little with the hand that's not squeezed around the kid's thigh; the one holding it up, sadistically going, "Put yours in too. Looks like he needs more."

Lussuria's eyebrows furrow, almost threatening, "Ah? And what if the poor doll breaks?" But he presses in anyway, and Tsuna's muscle clenches desperately, futilely until Lussuria's all in.

Tsuna doesn't even have the time to relax, when Squalo's thrusting again, pulling out painfully slow. Then slamming in again, hard, deep, fast. "N-nngh!" Tsuna's hands find their way out of Lussuria's grip and onto Squalo's shoulders, linking his fingers.

Squalo cock almost grows inside of him, to Lussuria's chuckle. "Not like this, twerp." It's hard to move, and he wants to make this quick, but the damn, freaking kid. He rotates Tsuna around to face Lussuria, slicked only so much, so Tsuna gives out another pained cry, smothered quickly by Lussuria's kiss.

"Mmmghhh-!" Tsuna moans into the mouth violating his, and Lussuria starts moving, finally; slow, painfully gentle slides. Squalo feels the friction, even if Lussuria's being bastardly nice, and he grasps at Tsuna's nipples, since the damn homo's hands are tight on the kid's hips, almost bruising.

"What's that about breaking him, hypocrite?" Squalo gasps into the kid's hair, into that slender neck, as he drives into him, all tight and hot and- fuck.

"What's that about shutting up, darling?" Lussuria's voice deepens, into a husky, promising drawl, "Doll, I ain't called 'Lussuria' for nothing y'know."

And- shit, he knows, dammit, Squalo groans inaudibly at Lussuria's damn, fuckin'- bullshit, dammit, and busies himself with making another mark onto the kid's back, thrusting a little ragged, jerky.

His hands twitch against Tsuna's neck, like an impulse, but he brings them down. His one bare hand claws at the inside of the Vongola Boss' thigh, rewarded with a quiet, suppressed wail.

Squalo pants harshly into Tsuna's spine now, little bites and hickeys dotting the Tenth's back like freckles, standing out vividly against pale, pale skin.

Then the guy starts finding Squalo's rhythm; that damn homo- holding back until now.

Lussuria penetrates into Tsuna faster, ramming into him. He lets go of one hip to curl into Tsuna's hair, reaching for the back of his neck, pressing the kid's lips deeper into the kiss.

The guy's kiss was completely different from Squalo's, or maybe the same. But Lussuria's kiss was soft, hard, deep, shallow, making Tsuna want more, disgusting himself. Then Lussuria just pushes his cock in, balls-deep, and just grinds against Tsuna's ass.

"FUCK, you perv, quitplaying." Squalo hisses and the infuriating bastard chortles.

"With my food? Then it's 'itadakimasu', right? Gorgeous?"

Squalo grits his teeth, feeling close, but like hell he's gonna stop before that homo. He speeds up his thrusts, finds Tsuna's cock, jacking the kid off. Lussuria grunts a little, when Tsuna reacts, hips bucking into Squalo's hand, onto their cocks, not knowing where to move anymore.

Tsuna links his arms around Lussuria's back, muffling his sounds into the dude's shirt, and Lussuria consoles him, "There, there, baby, we got you." All the while, he's impaling the kid on his cock, moving in, out, in, out, sliding against Squalo, and Squalo's just thinking, damn, you crazy, perverted bastard.

The kid makes odd little sounds, too low to be like those loose girls, more of little bleats, mewls, trying to stifle the noise. Squalo feels oddly satisfied wrangling out the sounds like that, and he groans, too close, too close- not just yet.

Tsuna comes with a slight inhale of breath, no noise at all, back arching into a fluid crescent. The kid's head falls back onto Squalo's shoulder and the slightly damp spikes of his hair tickles at his chin.

And Squalo just fuckin' falls apart, with a low, rumbling growl, just when Lussuria does, the kid milking them for what was worth.

"Say 'gochisosama', sweetie. That's what it is, yea?" Lussuria smiles sweetly, fingering lightly at the Tenth's chest, and Tsuna quivers, overstimulated; senses all out of whack.

"Your sadistic side is showing, pervert." Squalo sighs, dick sliding wetly out of Tsuna's ass. He flops on the floor, and calls, "Not cleaning the carpets."

"You're totally not cute, Squ."