Fan Fic: KHR: Courtesan: Chapter 2- Chrome/TYL Lambo
Title: Courtesan
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chrome/Everyone- eventual everyone/everyone
It never failed to amaze Lambo how much Gokudera-nii and Haru-nee argued like an old married couple. All. The. Time. An exasperated sigh escaped the teenager as the twenty-something pair were bickering over him…about him. Or rather Lambo’s abysmal grades at the mafia academy.
“He needs to straighten up! Otherwise, he’ll wind up being nothing but useless dead weight who’s only good for cleaning toilets.”
Although the words had a ring of truth to them, Lambo still couldn’t help but cringe and squirm. Haru was quick to fire back, “You are always so difficult on Lambo-kun! Tsuna never finished school…”
“That’s because he didn’t ‘need’ to. He was destined to become the Tenth so it was pointless to train him for any other profession.”
“Well…if I’m going to be a Guardian for Boss-nii the rest of my life, I don’t really need a full education either.”
Livid green eyes turned to him looking downright poisonous, “Did anyone ask you for your input, huh?!”
“You don’t have to yell at him!” Haru rounded. “Woman, he’s not a kid anymore. He is fifteen and needs to take more responsibility for his actions…”
Realizing no one paying him any attention, Lambo quietly slipped out of the room. Once he was sure no one was trailing right behind him, the dark-haired boy sighed heavily again, rubbing the back of his neck before shoulders slumped down, hands shoved into khaki pants pockets.
‘Wonder what I Pin is doing…’ he thought only to pull a face. Probably homework, studying for an exam or something equally boring. Deciding he could at least pester the former child assassin, Lambo set off for the hall of dormitory styled rooms where the guardians and close associates of the Vongola family lived.
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“No…” interrupted by a kiss, “you have to…” another and another, “really have to go.” Mukuro sucked Chrome’s bottom lip to show what he thought of her ‘warning’. Still, she pushed him away.
“Booting me out of bed so soon?” ‘Soon? By who’s definition?’ Chrome wondered while pulling on a robe over her naked body, as a clear sign to the sex fiend on the bed that her legs were now closed for business.
“You have to report in for your assignment.” Chrome reminded while attempting to untangle the purple colored mess that was her hair. A look which could only be described as a sulk appeared on the male illusionist’s face.
“Fine, fine. I have to pay my dues and bow and scrape to the ‘boss’ after all” Mukuro said lightly while searching the room for the clothing he had shed.
After getting dressed quickly, Mukuro coaxed Chrome to say goodbye at the door. She hesitantly came over to kiss him then squeaked as a roaming hand delved into her silk robe, squeezing a right breast. “Mukuro-sa…” she mumbled but the words got lost between their lips.
Reaching behind with a free hand to the door, Mukuro removed his right hand from Chrome’s breast to the tie of her robe. With a pull, she was out in the hall, ribbon tie undone and robe open to expose her out in the open.
“M-Mukuro-sama!” Chrome gasped. She should have known he was up to something since Mukuro felt he could not depart the Vongola headquarters without stirring up some kind of trouble.
“Ah, looks like we’ve got an interloper” he remarked. Her violet colored eye grew large as Chrome turned to see Lambo-kun standing in the hall. Unfortunately, Chrome momentarily forgot that her robe was still open.
Inadvertently getting an eyeful of naked woman, Lambo sputtered and blushed, hand going first to cover his mouth only to blink as it came into contact with red dripping over knuckles from a nosebleed.
“Did you enjoy the show, little calf?” Mukuro asked, looking so smug and amused with his own mischievous streak. With a tender parting kiss to Chrome’s cheek he walked away while she struggled to get the ribbon tie back around the robe and close it.
Once it was knotted and Chrome was covered, awkward silence fell between the female Mist and male Thunder.
“Uh…I didn’t…see anything.” Lambo lied around a gulp.
“It’s okay Lambo-kun. You didn’t know.” Chrome began, blushing to the tips of her ears. ‘That will teach me to no longer go naked under this robe around Mukuro-sama.’ Chrome thought.
“Mukuro-sama likes playing tricks on people before he leaves for jobs. Last week…he somehow managed to move around all the furniture in Hibari-san’s home before leaving for Paris.”
“…yeah I remember that. Not a good week for anyone.” Lambo mumbled while trying to keep his gaze off Chrome-san. He was trying to be a gentleman and look at her eye, but it was useless since hormones still directed green eyes to the outlining curves of the short silk robe.
“I’m…going back inside. Sorry about that Lambo-kun.” Chrome said meekly, honestly embarrassed as to having exposed herself to a teenage boy, even if it wasn’t entirely her fault.
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I Pin was close to violently stabbing her mechanical pencil into something. Whether it would be Lambo-kun or her algebra paper was still a toss-up. ‘He’s been sighing and looking out into space for over twenty minutes now.’ I Pin had heard about Gokudera-san and Haru-san arguing about him, then again one would have to be in another country ‘not’ to hear those two bickering, trying to outdo the other in sheer volume and venom.
‘Maybe that’s what he’s upset about.’ I Pin thought with a purse of her lips. Then again, that would mean Lambo-kun actually gave a damn about school when in reality he only ever flirted with girls and accepted party invitations for the weekends.
‘Yeah…school is probably the last thing on his mind. Bet Gokudera-san grounded him and that’s what he’s sulking over…’
“I Pin…I think I’ve reached an epiphany.”
The girl in braids turned, shocked that he even knew the word or what it meant. Looking to the cow-spot shirt wearing boy sprawled out on her bed, I Pin blinked as two green eyes looked seriously at her.
“I think it’s high time I stop chasing after girls. I need…to man up and be more mature and responsible.”
Cue a series of owlish blinks from the brown eyed girl. ‘N-no way! Is he serious?’
“That’s great Lambo-kun!” I Pin exclaimed, clapping hands together. Maybe he was finally getting on the right track. She could tutor him in math and sciences if Gokduera-san was too busy. And Haru-san was good at helping out with languages and history assignments…
“I mean an older woman like Chrome-san won’t take me seriously if I don’t at least try to act like I know what I’m doing. …right?” he asked while worrying a lock of raven hair in the middle of his forehead.
“Exactly! …wait…what did you just say?” the girl balked.
Lambo sat up, beaming cheekily, “I’m going to try to steal Chrome-san from Mukuro-san.”
The mechanical pencil in I Pin’s hand dropped and rolled under the desk. “I…I think you’re seriously ill. Did you run into Bianchi-san again and she force fed you some weird poison that makes you have suicidal impulses?”
“No…or at least not that I remember.” Lambo grumbled, rubbing the top of his hair. “Anyway, I’ve got to get going thanks for letting me hang out I Pin.”
“Wait Lambo-kun…” her protest cut off as the boy left the girl’s bedroom.
‘This isn’t going to end well’ I Pin told herself with a note of finality.
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Chrome blinked as Haru bowed, hands together and eyes closed. “Please help me out here. Lambo-kun needs help passing his mid-terms, so if you could just stay by him the next three afternoons and make sure he studies the material…”
Even though the ‘flashing’ incident was over two weeks ago, Chrome’s cheeks still molted pink at the thought of having to face Lambo-kun.
“I’m not sure if I’m the right person…”
“Please, please.” Haru begged. “If you don’t Gokudera will observe him. And you know how crabby that man is. He’ll berate poor Lambo until the boy can’t do anything but cry and complain.”
“…well that’s true.’ Chrome pondered, however she thought it was still too soon. Yet, at the same time Chrome was a sucker for pleading 'puppy dog' looks just like the one Haru-san was giving her.
“Okay. I’ll help Lambo-kun study while you’re gone Haru-san.”
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“So you’re going to be my home tutor?” Lambo asked blandly, while inside he wondered when Christmas had started coming so early in the year.
Chrome moved to nod, then hesitated, “Well…I’m really just around to make sure you study. I’m not familiar with the material…”
“But for sake of argument you are my tutor. Am I right?” Lambo pressed, trying his best not to grin like an idiot. It was like a fantasy coming true…will if one took books and cram notes out of the equation first.
“If you want to call me that, I don’t have a problem with it.” Chrome replied. However, where Lambo-kun was expecting the female Mist to unbutton her blouse a little and let her hair down before leaning in close to make sure he was working; he wound up being sorely disappointed. Chrome-san sat down opposite of his chair, kept her blouse buttoned, hair in the pineapple-tuff style and rather than shooting him teasing sultry glances seemed to be absorbed in a mystery novel.
After thirty minutes passed (boring reality ruining the fantasy of Chrome being his ‘tutor’) Lambo shifted from the chair he occupied to the sofa across the room. A violet colored eye glanced up from the top of a book.
She didn’t say anything until Lambo felt the need to come up with an excuse. “The light is better on this side.” “Ah, if you say so” Chrome returned, yet unable to help shift uncomfortably, a blush rising to her cheeks while trying to fight down the embarrassing memory. No good though, still awkward.
‘Mukuro-sama is going to pay when he comes back.’ Chrome mused before thoughtlessly biting her lip, unknowingly bringing the teenager’s heart to settle at his feet then skyrocket back up.
‘Cute’ Lambo thought. Who knew an older woman still had some cute ‘girly’ habits?
‘She’s not that much older…barely eight years.’ Lambo mused, no longer focusing on his homework, only glancing at the figures on the paper which now looked to him to make as much sense as hieroglyphics.
‘Alright, she’s getting comfortable. Time for the old yawn-and-shoulder-drape’ Lambo thought, putting his plan into action by yawning loudly and stretching both long arms out, then slyly landed the left on the sofa backing, right against Chrome-san’s shoulders. Chrome jerked in response to feeling the weight of the boy’s arm resting along her back.
“Lambo-kun…” “Hm? Oh I’m sorry is this bothering you? I can scoot a little further away…oww.” Lambo whimpered as Chrome had reached over to pinch the skin between his left index and middle finger.
“Please do. I think you can concentrate better if you’re not half sitting in my lap.” Chrome said while trying to sound distant and calm, but in actuality she was starting to panic a little. Something strange was going on with Lambo-kun.
As a child, he would never go to Chrome when something happened to him. Which Chrome was secretly grateful for, since she had this gut feeling of being one of those people who were terrible with children. Thus she and Lambo-kun never developed a family like bond that he had with Haru and Kyoko.
Today was different somehow, because the boy was an octopus in how his hands were everywhere. And Chrome for one had bad experiences with people and…things waving tentacles at her, so she was far from amused.
Closing her book, Chrome removed herself from the situation to occupy the chair Lambo left an hour earlier.
Left alone on the sofa, Lambo’s bottom lip quibbled for a moment only to suck it up. He was a man. He was going to get Chrome-san’s attention and affections honestly and by taking affirmative action.
So he decided the best way to get her to pay attention was to sniffle and garner her pity. Sniffling, Lambo rubbed sleeves against his eyes, blinking and forcing tears to start up.
‘Don’t look up, just ignore him.’ Chrome told herself. She had been warned by Haru-san that while Lambo had grown a lot in the past five years, he still carried over some bad habits from childhood. Like his cry-baby tendencies when frustrated or scared.
“I don’t get it. How am I supposed to pass if I don’t even understand…”
Swallowing a little bit of guilt, since Chrome had been there once before (frequent absences from classes due to mafia business or planning jail breaks made for frustrating cramming sessions), the young woman tried to go on ignoring it.
As the noises grew, Chrome heaved a sigh and put her book down to approach Lambo, who appeared to be struggling with a math homework sheet.
“What is it you don’t understand, Lambo-kun?” she asked, leaning to look over the teen’s shoulder.
“Huh? No…no it’s fine Chrome-san. I can cope with this myself.” A pause, then Chrome shrugged, “If you say so…”
“W-wait,” Lambo blurted out, boldly reaching for the young woman’s right arm to keep her in place. “I…might need a little help with this problem.”
It wasn’t long before Lambo had her coaxed back to his side. Chrome had to keep referring to the text book for formula examples and attempted to explain it to Lambo. However, the fifteen year old was far from focusing on homework.
“So about Chrome-san and Mukuro-san…are you two committed somehow?” he asked directly.
“Hm. No we are not, at least not that I’m aware of.” Chrome mused carelessly. She honestly didn’t see her and Mukuro needing definitions like ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ since their bond was unbreakable and thus transcended conventional labels.
“So say if you found someone better, would he…like attempt to kill the other person or haunt them with illusions?”
Chrome shrugged. She honestly didn’t know. Mukuro-sama was protective over her well-being, but she had never seen him show any signs of being the jealous type. Then again, she never really gave him a reason to be jealous…
“So…if your answer was a definite ‘no’ to both questions, how do you feel about a younger guy asking you out?”
The first two questions she could brush off and ignore, this one though sounding like it was leading up to something. “That would depend on the person…”
“Then why not go out with me?” Lambo asked with an impish and wide smile, leaning on the table. She didn’t even wait a beat, “No. Absolutely not”
“Why not?!” Lambo demanded to know. “I’m handsome, good looking, charming, and…well okay I’m not very smart and I can’t create illusions. And I’m not quite grown up all the way yet. But give me time and I can be a better lover than Mukuro-san.”
A pause, but then Lambo felt the need to crudely drive the point home, “I mean, I’m already six inches just think how big I’ll get down there by the time I’m your ag…” a hand clamped around the boy’s mouth, the female Mist having heard enough.
“Lambo-kun, please stop while you’re ahead. You’ve made your point, but I am not going to date you. You’re…like a kid brother to me.” Chrome mumbled the last part, starting to feel a headache coming on.
Removing her hand, Lambo retorted “That’s a lie! You weren’t around me as much as Haru-san and Kyoko-san when I was growing up, so how can you say I’m like a brother? You barely know me.”
Trying a different angle, namely attempting to reason with the teenager Chrome finished their conversation, “I’m…flattered you expressed an interest, Lambo-kun. But, I beg of you. Find someone your own age.”
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Naturally, Mukuro found it quite amusing when Chrome relayed the conversation back to him. “Don’t laugh Mukuro-sama, you are the reason Lambo-san is thinking these things.”
“Hm, actually I had nothing to do with it. How was I supposed to know he would come down the hallway just as I opened your robe?” He leaned over Chrome’s back to whisper in the woman’s ear, “And who was classless enough to wear no-thing underneath.”
“Also…” he touched the only remaining article on her body, namely the thigh-high boots Chrome loved to beg/borrow/steal from him. “With a sinful body like yours, I don’t blame the boy’s hormones for going a little haywire” Mukuro hummed, fingers going along Chrome’s spine then daring to tickle between firm cheeks, which made her yelp and squirm.
“It’s just a crush. He’ll get over it. In the mean time, have fun with it.” Mukuro said with a smirk. Chrome frowned in response. ‘Only Mukuro-sama would see a teenager’s feelings as something to ‘toy’ with’ she thought.
Day two of tutoring did not go over so well either. Chrome tried to avoid looking at the boy, who in turn refused to do any work so long as she wasn’t watching over him like a hawk.
Putting her hands down on the table, Chrome tried to implore to Lambo-kun the importance of an education, but he was quick to shoot back with the other Guardian’s school records.
“You, Mukuro-san and Ryohei-san didn’t finish high school. Hibari-san had to be dragged out of Nami-chuu under protest at age eighteen, otherwise he would have been the prefect forever. Boss, Yamamoto-san and Gokudera-san never even showed up to their high school exams.”
With a dismissive wave to his books Lambo grumbled, “So who cares of my grades suck? As long as the mafia is around, I’ve pretty much got a job for the rest of my life.”
Chrome was not about to admit the boy had a point. Therefore, she leaned on an old standby: when in doubt use the Mist’s ‘skill’ at bullshitting.
“Well… we all want you to have options open, Lambo-kun. What if you decided, that you didn’t want to be the Thunder Guardian anymore? And what if the mafia isn’t there anymore or Bossu for that matter?”
Lambo sat up in his chair, “I’m not saying school isn’t important, but there really isn’t a whole lot to keep me motivated.”
“…what kind of motivation would it take?” Chrome asked. Instantly, she thought of the younger Lambo always begging for candy. And she recalled watching Haru and Kyoko pacify him with sweets numerous times. She supposed his tastes would be a bit more refined now that he was into his teens though.
Chrome should have taken warning at the smirk that curved on the formerly sulky-boy’s mouth.
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“You…you promised him what?” Mukuro said around laughter. Chrome shrugged, “Don’t judge, I was at my wits end trying to get him to study. I doubt he’d pass all the mid-term subjects anyway.”
“So you’re not worried about allowing a fifteen year old boy to have his wicked little way with you?” Mukuro asked, for once fully clothed while in her room, but Chrome figured that wouldn’t last for too much longer.
‘We have a bond and are compatible Mukuro-sama but that doesn’t mean we have to have sex each time our eyes meet’ was what she wanted to say, but wondered if doing so he’d use as an excuse to leave again.
‘If it keeps him here and maintains the whole, it’s fine. I’m fine.’ Chrome told herself as fingers got lost in his hair.
“You know what your problem is my dear?” Mukuro asked. She tilted her head to listen, but didn’t seem to care too much to hear about her perceived issue.
“You are too giving of yourself.” Mukuro answered for her. “That’s going to wind up hurting you one day. This mafia you love so much… will hurt you one day. When that day comes,” he kissed her hands.
“You’re going to have to be strong enough to drive the knife into their backs.”
That day seemed so far off Chrome thought she could shove it away and forget about it, while still nodding an giving an affirmative platitude to Mukuro-sama.
‘Give him what he wants and he’s yours. Tell him what he needs to hear and he’ll stay.’ Chrome thought, but the tone sounded a little like someone else…
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The day after mid-term exams Lambo all but ran out of the limo, leaving a stunned I Pin behind and she soaked in the results of the paper her friend had shoved between two brown eyes.
“Lambo, wait!” she called out while wondering why it was always her who ended up chasing him.
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Chrome blinked as the door to her room was suddenly flung open. Lambo-kun was panting, looking winded but still beaming from ear to ear as he held up a paper.
“I did it,Chrome-san! I passed all the subjects for the mid-terms!”
Taking the page out of his hands, the young woman saw that indeed he had. Granted some subjects just ‘barely’ hovered in the ‘pass’ bracket. Needless to say, Chrome knew she was screwed. Royally. Screwed.
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“Ten minutes, just like we agreed.” Lambo reminded, hands tucked behind his head while Chrome locked the door. ‘I should have never…’ she ended that thought with a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” the teenager asked. She shrugged, “It’s nothing. Let’s get started.” Chrome began, moving to strip quickly to get it over with.
“N-no no, wait!” Lambo crossed the room and took her hands into his, “I…” he swallowed, “I want to undress you …can I?”
‘Me and my big mouth’ Chrome thought for the first time in her life, since usually her problems came from ‘not’ speaking her mind. “Sure, but it will take away from your ten minutes.”
“Aww, come on Chrome-san, be fair!” Lambo sulked for a moment. “Down to nine minutes now.”
With a blink of both green eyes; Lambo took that warning to heart and walked up to her. Long fingers and large hands, which the rest of his awkward and growing body would have to catch up to, instantly went to her blouse. In his haste, Lambo struggled with the first three buttons.
“Be careful, this is one of my favorites.” Chrome cautioned. “O-okay” Lambo stammered, starting to feel a little nervous. He had kissed girls before, making out and feeling up the fairer sex at parties was a common occurrence, but this was a grown woman. She knew so many things he had yet to discover, so Lambo felt more than a little intimidated by her experience.
‘What if she finds me boring? Or gross?’ he wondered, accidently popping up a button from the force he exerted to push it through the hole. “Ah, I’m sorry…”
Chrome paused to stoop down and put the discarded button up and set it on the desk. “It’s okay” she said because the boy looked to be in near tears over a silly button.
“Lambo-kun, are you okay?” she asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed for a moment, he almost had her shirt undone and off, but now nerves were setting in which made Lambo wonder if he could go through with this.
“I…” he began to hesitate. “Here” Chrome whispered first kissing the boy on his forehead then guiding his hands to finish off the buttons. “It’s alright, don’t rush. Still have nine minutes.”
With a nod, Lambo undid the rest of her shirt, to which Chrome shrugged off. She wore a plain cream colored bra, lacking cute patterns, lace or frills; however Lambo found what they were holding to be far more enticing.
Chrome-san was far from the ‘biggest’ he had ever seen, but she wasn’t built like a boy either, like I Pin. Her breasts looked to be just enough for a generous handful without being overwhelming. Fingers itched to touch…only to remember the bra. The bra: the bane of every horny male, since those things were so perplexing. Lambo was confident he could handle it though. After a couple years of practice he had rendered many a make-out partner bra-less, thus Lambo wasn’t too worried out it.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked. Chrome was the next to hesitate. Just how far was too far? Lambo was still a boy and Chrome didn’t want a hand in giving him some kind of complex.
Yet, he asked for ten minutes to do anything. “Okay” she said, trying to relax as Lambo embraced her tightly. He nuzzled her neck for a moment before leaning up for a kiss. Far from resisting it, Chrome gently stroked soft black hair while Lambo kissed her. A few pecks, then he started moving hands behind her back to the bra clasps. Leaning into the kiss, Chrome replied to the tongue tip stroking the seams of her lips by opening up to him. The first clasp came undone by the time their tongues tangled. Second clap popped and the fabric fell, revealing dusky areolas and nipples.
By the time they parted to breath, Lambo peeled the garment down her arms until gravity took over so the bra fell to the floor. Stepping back for a moment, Lambo openly gaped at her bared torso, making wonder why she was blushing since Mukuro-sama had seen her naked plenty of times. Maybe, she wondered, it was the fact someone else was appreciative of her body, so she was genuinely flattered.
“Can I just call you Chrome now?” Lambo asked, he felt a little like a kid again with all these questions, but he didn’t want to risk offending her and being rejected.
Since she figured it would be difficult to retain seniority and command respect while topless, Chrome nodded. “And you can call me Lambo. I want you to drop the kun, just for today okay?” Another nod, so while Lambo was encouraged by her approval, the lack of vocal responses was kind of worrying him.
“I’m not moving too fast?” he inquired. “No, Lambo-k…Lambo, you’re doing fine.” Chrome answered. He beamed, but then anxiety set in again as the teenager looked at her breasts.
‘Get a grip, it’s boobs. You know how to work with boobs.’ One side of Lambo argued. The other side fired back, ‘Yeah but they are grown woman boobs. I can’t just…can I?’
Since he figured there wasn’t a better way to figure out what was acceptable and what was not than through first hand experience, Lambo reached and grabbed the mammary glands with both hands.
He blushed to match Chrome’s as Lambo cupped her breasts, weighing them a little. “They feel…full…kind of.” Lambo said while jiggling them a little, missing the wince and look at a loss of dignity that crossed Chrome’s face. Then the boy blinked his left eye before looking up, “You’re not…”
“N-no…I’m not…lactating or anything.”
“Oh, that’s good. Cause that would be really…awkward if I squeezed them and something came out.”
“Mukuro-sama and I decided a long time ago that the world doesn’t need more people like us, so it’s unlikely I’ll reproduce.” Chrome stated, after all being childless was no great loss to her. Now it was Lambo’s turn to flinch. “Even if you found someone else you liked?” he asked before kissing her throat while worrying nipples into arousal by stroking and pinching between his fingers.
A small gasp escaped before she answered, “I seriously doubt I’d want children even then. I…I’m not very good around people, so I can’t imagine what raising a child to be…healthy, socialized and somewhat normal would be like.” Lambo moved to lick her right tit, electing a series of pleasant shivers down her spine and drawing questions within Chrome as to how much experience Lambo had with this sort of thing…
‘He seems to be very comfortable with kissing and fondling breasts.’ Chrome realized. Maybe Gokudera and Haru were worrying more over the trivial as it concerned his grades, instead of fretting whether he had gotten a girl pregnant.
Chrome nearly jolted right out of her black shoes as Lambo’s lips found and puckered around a right nipple. Tongue lavished the surface, sending heat right down to her core as the tongue moved so he could suckle.
‘Defiantly far too experienced for a fifteen year old…’ Chrome thought, now troubled about what, and who, Lambo was doing in his free time.
“…don’t you like this Chrome?” he asked, suddenly dragging the woman from her thoughts. Glancing down at the boy, as he massaged her left breast, she nodded.
“Why do you ask?” He shrugged, “Dunno, you just seem distracted and you’re not making any noises or anything, so I can’t tell if you’re feeling good or not.”
“It’s always like that.” Chrome said honestly. “Mukuro-sama says I make things difficult by not being very vocal.”
Lambo tried to fight down the urge to be a brat and childishly snap at her for constantly bringing up the name of his competition. But, he had to be a man and not complain, rather Lambo resolved to show up his competitor.
Determined to make her notice and get Chrome to moan for him, Lambo’s hands left her breasts as the teenager got on his knees. He moved onto her high-waist pin-stripe skirt, unbuttoning it then pulling the zipper down. Once the fabric shimmied down, he noticed the panties matched her bra and there was even a garter belt to hold up her nude stockings.
Licking his lips, Lambo reached around to grab Chrome by her butt cheeks. Blushing above him, she wondered what the boy was about to do, only to question no more as Lambo nuzzled right at her stocking seam before licking a long trail up her right leg. With a shudder, Chrome felt her pulse spike.
Kissing and licking over her stocking-covered leg, then up to her pelvis Lambo at last nibbled her flat yet soft stomach. Nudging above her bellybutton, Lambo could smell the lingering scent of some kind of perfume and her skin felt so warm and smooth against his cheek he almost didn’t want to leave. But had to since he had yet to hear her moan.
Moving down, he snapped the garter off before pressing his nose to the front of her panties. Chrome squeaked and attempted to jerk away, but Lambo kept a firm hold on her backside, keeping the female Mist rooted in place.
“L-Lambo-kun…you really shouldn’t do that…” she stammered, forgetting about ‘forgetting’ the kun suffix.
Choosing to ignore the slip up, Lambo licked the cotton barrier right at the lips of her sex. “Ahha…” she gasped, knees starting to grow weak and trembling as Lambo proceeded to ‘kiss’ her pussy through the barrier. Just like their kiss from earlier, he pecked at the ‘lips’ before gently probing with his tongue.
Lambo clenched Chrome’s firm ass, squeezing as he got between her legs then started to peel down her panties, pleased to see her sex was wet and slick for him.
“Lambo…this…this wasn’t part of the…” a moan came from her at last as Lambo inserted a finger.
His throat feeling dry, Lambo fumbled his first exploration of a woman’s sex. It looked so weird and alien, all wrinkly, pink and not all that attractive as the rest of her body. But when ‘it’ greedily took his finger into the second knuckle Lambo couldn’t resist finding it sexy, already picturing how his cock would look being taken in. As if reminding Lambo ‘it’ existed, the boy’s erection jumped thus making his pants feel uncomfortably tight and restrictive.
Hearing a low groan from the boy, Chrome spread her legs a little to look at Lambo. His face was flushed a dark red, both eyes open and looking a little pained.
“You need to get up Lambo” Chrome said around a thick swallow. “Yeah, you’re right. Might need a little help though since I think all the blood has gone below my center of gravity” he joked. His laugh was so throaty and deep that Chrome’s knees almost gave out again.
‘Fifteen year old boys have no business having a laugh that sexy.’ Chrome decided as she grabbed Lambo’s forearms and helped pulled him to stand. Once on his feet, Lambo winced again, feeling a little embarrassed since he was certain his trouser bulge was showing. ‘How uncool’ he thought only to pause as he saw Chrome reaching for her bra and shirt to put them back on.
“W-wait…it hasn’t been a full ten minutes yet!” he protest in a shaky tone, scared Chrome was getting fed up and was setting up to kick him out. So to stop her from undressing, Lambo gripped the other sleeve of her blouse.
“This is too much Lambo-kun. Any further and we’ll wind up…” Chrome glanced to the bed, leaving Lambo to fill in the blank.
“Well yeah…that’s kind of what I wanted all along.” Lambo said, trying to act blasé about sex. In Lambo's mind, a man doesn’t freak out or act too eager at the prospect of getting some. So even though Lambo felt like just one touch from her and he’d come right in his pants, the boy wanted to act cool, as if he planned it all along.
“It’d be wrong though Lambo…”
“I don’t care” he returned. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, Chrome. I thought you were cool with it too since you agreed to the ten minutes.”
“I agreed because…” Chrome stopped herself from saying it, ‘I didn’t think you’d be able to pass everything since you only had one day to prepare.’
Lambo seemed to read the atmosphere though, because the frustrated Thunder guardian gritted out, trying to hold in tears, “You thought I would be too stupid to pass.”
“No, Lambo. It’s not like that.” Chrome protested as the boy gripped tightly on the blouse. A moment of tense silence fell over the two occupants before Lambo’s watery warble rose up.
“You are just like everyone else!” Lambo accused, shoulders shaking as he gave up trying to stem the flow of tears. “All the adults…they look at me and tell me that I’m too young, too stupid or not worth the time. I thought you were different because for you never once talked down to me. You were nice to me…”
Lambo stopped in mid-rant as the shirt suddenly dropped between them with Chrome embracing him tightly. Blinking at first, in the next second he tried to push her off.
“No! You don’t get the right to hug me and try to make me feel better! I know you think just like them!”
“You’re wrong Lambo” she whispered, fingers gently stroking the crying boy’s hair. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have accepted to do this in the first place because this is playing with your feelings and it’s very unfair. But I never meant to imply you were stupid either.”
She pulled away to look at Lambo, “You are very bright when you actually put in some effort, Lambo-kun. I’ve seen it when we work. And didn’t yesterday prove that you ‘can’ study and make good grades when you want to?”
The young woman embraced him again, “You are not stupid or useless, Lambo-kun. Bossu accepted you as his Guardian when you were just five years old. And every day you’re getting stronger and improving more.” Chrome tenderly stroked his tears away, “Lambo-kun is a very special person. I’m sorry if what I said made you feel otherwise” the young woman confessed, because she could empathize with the ‘worthless’ feeling.
Her mother and step-father pretty much ignored Chrome for most of her childhood then didn’t deem the girl worth saving. While their situations were not exactly the same, Chrome could relate to Lambo feeling worthless and his desperate need for validation, for someone to say he was needed and wanted.
‘That’s really what he wants. Sure, his hormones want sex, but deep down I’m sure all Lambo-kun wants is someone to love him enough to not talk down to him so much.’ Chrome thought as she guided Lambo to follow her.
Sitting down on the bed, Chrome eased the boy to sit with her, still stroking his hair as Lambo wrung out any tears he had left. Once exhausted of tears, Lambo leaned heavily on Chrome’s slender shoulder before rubbing his irritated eyes.
“Ugh…I look so uncool, crying and all.” he complained with a sniffle. Unable to do anything but smile, Chrome tried to soothe him by kissing Lambo’s cheeks. However, this proved to be mistake though, for the boy bounced back quickly from depressed and defensive to flirty and horny within the span of a minute. In the blink of an eye Chrome found herself tackled to the mattress.
‘Oh no…’ she thought as Lambo grinned while holding her wrists in his hands. “I’ve got you” he attempted to purr but it sounded more like a childish taunt than something sexy.
Before Chrome could demand to be let up, Lambo boldly leaned in to kiss her. He accepted the light bite to his lips and went headlong right into holding Chrome’s face in his hands, making love to her mouth with measured strokes of his tongue.
Left eye closing Chrome knew this was really bad. She should be fighting back and reminding Lambo that there was a vast difference between herself and the girls he played around with. Then, just like with Mukuro-sama; she stopped short of doing the right thing, of saying what was on her mind because Chrome had an irrational fear of causing a rift in Vongola.
She just got back to her family after five years of captivity, so Chrome was frightened of losing the approval of anyone of them. What if…her turning Lambo away hurt him enough for the boy to do something harmful?
‘Especially after I just assured him that I think he’s a wonderful person…’ Chrome thought, feeling guilty about not thinking ahead. Still, so he wouldn’t get upset Chrome returned the kiss.
Gradually, it became less about appeasing Lambo and more about kissing him simply because it felt good. The boy was now good for two things: Bathroom cleaning and kissing.
‘The female populous of Italy needs to watch out for this one when he comes of age…actually maybe an all points bulletin needs to go out now.’ Chrome concluded, not even thinking about giving herself the same cautionary warning until it was already too late.
Sitting up, Lambo hastily moved to unbutton his shirt, only to stop at the last button, looking shy for the first time in this encounter.
“Promise me…that you won’t laugh okay?” Chrome blinked, wondering what he was afraid she’d find funny.
“There’s uh…” he slowly pulled the cow print shirt down, “some hair…on my body. I’ve tried shaving it off but it keeps coming back. It’s embarrassing, but it’s won’t stop even though I shave it about as often as my face.”
Chrome looked at Lambo’s lean chest and spied little dark hairs dotting his torso, the most visible being a light trail from navel to where it disappeared under the band of his khakis.
“You’re embarrassed about having a little bit of chest hair, Lambo?” Chrome asked because she didn’t see any deformities, markings or anything worthy of humor.
Still, Lambo winced and ducked his head. “…kind of. It’s gross isn’t it? I mean I know it’s ‘normal’ for guys to have hairy legs and pits, but…dunno.”
A sigh escaped the teenager, shoulders slumped down for a moment while Lambo rubbed the back of his head, “Kind of wish there was a way to get rid of it for good. W-what are you…” he stammered as Chrome leaned up from the bed to gently kiss places on his chest so that the ‘disgusting’ hairs deliberately tickled her lips.
Lambo balked for a moment then shivered as arousal overtook shock at Chrome accepting what he thought was weird and gross. As for herself, Chrome tried not to laugh, but only because his embarrassment was too cute.
She stopped short of kissing along the ‘happy trail’, preferring instead to glance up at the formerly mortified teenager.
“A hairy chest is probably a trait you inherited, Lambo-kun. And if a girl finds it gross, then that is her issue rather than it being something morbidly wrong with you.”
“Really?” he voice crackled for a moment, but Lambo was quick to cover it up by clearing his throat and trying again, “You really believe that it’s okay?”
Chrome nodded. She for one didn’t have a raging fetish for chest hair, but considering Lambo’s thick afro-styled hair as a child and his thick locks currently, it honestly wasn’t too much a surprise he’d have a hairy chest. And in a few years she was sure there would be women who would either look past what Lambo saw as a defect or be turned on by it.
Still, she had to do her best to reassure him in the present, just to give the teenager one less thing to worry about image-wise. “The hair isn’t even thick to be noticeable Lambo and you do groom yourself, so you shouldn’t be ashamed about that part of yourself and label it ‘gross’.” Chrome concluded (though feeling a little like a hypocrite since she was always mortified of how easily her own cheeks blushed so frequently).
Before Chrome could muse too much on hereditary traits and hypocrisy for much longer, the woman had the wind knocked out of her for a moment as Lambo suddenly flung forward and hugged her crushingly tight.
“I love you!” the Thunder guardian impulsively blurted out, before nestling his nose right at her neck. Stunned for a moment, Chrome’s mouth dropped open but nothing came out.
“I know you don’t love me yet. And I’ll work hard to change that” he said next. “But” Lambo kissed Chrome’s neck, “I can’t…keep it in anymore. I love you so much.”
“L-Lambo…you can’t…” Chrome was completely at a loss as to what to say. The old ‘standby’ of ‘I’m too old for you’ would put him in a rotten mood, which she wanted to avoid. But, this sudden confession was overwhelming since Chrome could not recall anyone ever saying they loved her before.
Maybe very early in her childhood before her mother remarried. Maybe she had been told those three words then only for the memory to be lost. But to her knowledge, no one had ever…and now she was at a loss as to what to do.
Saying ‘I love you’ in return would be disaster because it would give Lambo false hope and eventually he’d figure out it was a falsehood. ‘Thanks but no thanks’ would do even more damage…her head was spinning and it didn’t help clear Chrome’s head any that Lambo had taken to nibbling and suckling on the young woman’s neck.
A little gasp of shock came from her lips as the boy moved to the bottom lobe of her right ear, which he nipped at until Chrome gave a light push to Lambo’s shoulder to pry him away.
“You don’t love me” she whispered. “Of course I do…and before you start the bullshit of me being too young and inexperienced for me to know what I want…”
His hands found hers and twined in with Chrome’s. It was hardly anything as erotic or deep as souls touching, but the brazen honesty in his grip and eyes…it hurt and overwhelmed her. Because Chrome was coming to realize that while she viewed Lambo’s feelings as a passing phase, all this time his heart was in her hands. And it was heavy and fragile. With just a few words she can drop and break it…scary.
As she looked at him, Chromed decided that those who fell in love so easily, like Lambo, were terrifying because they burdened another being with their emotional well-being. So much trust and hope in her keeping those precious feelings of his safe.
‘Was I like this at fifteen?’ Chrome asked herself. She honestly couldn’t remember feeling as strongly as Lambo conveyed his emotions to be.
“I love you” he repeated watching her reaction, how Chrome drew her bottom lip in and gaze wandered. Hands going to her slender shoulders, Lambo attempt to coax her attention fully by kissing Chrome tenderly and slow.
As they kissed, his hands groped bare breasts again. ‘It’s okay, I haven’t forgotten about you two’ he thought with a slight smirk pressed into Chrome’s mouth before they broke apart. His mouth ventured down her pale and slender neck, the dip into the valley of her breasts.
A twisting pinch drew a ‘squeak’ from her only for him to soothe the sound into a moan by sucking on the offended nipple. His hands ghosted along the length of Chrome’s body, everything about her felt so soft and warm the texture was Lambo was sure would stay ingrained in his fingertips.
A tug at the nude stockings still on her legs dragged one down around mid-calf before he went back up to explore the young woman’s slick sex.
Chrome beat him to the punch though by backing against the bed’s headboard. Her still stocking cover foot gingerly rubbed up against his groin before folding up to join the right leg underneath her, effectively closing her pussy to clumsy boy fingers. The resulting hiss made Chrome wonder if she had accidently hurt him, but then Lambo reached for the woman’s hands.
Not one to beat around the bush, Lambo pressed Chrome’s open palms against his arousal. “Feel that, Chrome?” he asked, breath coming out in pants. “It’s yours…all for you. I love you so much, you have no idea…can’t even think. Please touch me.” he mumbled, the words gradually going from Japanese to Italian halfway though.
She couldn’t resist teasing, if only to lessen the awkwardness of a fifteen year old confessing his love and urging her to rub his penis, “Now you are just being a show off.”
“How is it showing off if you know the language too?” Lambo asked, his hands off Chrome’s to trace patterns on her stomach. “Come to think of it…tell me something in Italian. I bet you'll make it sound as sexy as hell” the teenager said with a cheeky grin.
A blush came to her cheeks, “No…my accent still isn’t good.” “Come on, please” he begged but it cut off into a moan as her fingers gently kneaded his trousers. “Please” he asked again, kissing her right shoulder. “Please, please. I won’t stop asking until you do.”
‘Then it’s not really ‘asking’ now is it.’ Chrome thought before she blew a strand of black hair from the boy’s left ear. “You are very dangerous for someone your age. I can’t stop being pulled in by you.” She paused before switching from Italian into another ‘romantic language’ “Your mouth…is sinful.” Chrome pulled back to kiss his lips, “It’s addictive and gives nothing but the sweetest kisses. And you are wasting this on someone who can’t return your feelings.”
He blinked, “What was that last part? I didn’t recognize any of that.” “You should, it’s French. One of your exam subjects, if I remember correctly” Chrome replied, “And it wasn’t important.”
“Ah come on, that is totally unfair!” he complained. “You could have been calling me a disgusting ape for all I know.” Then he grinned cheekily, “Or…you could have been saying ‘make love to me, I seriously need you now Lambo’ and I wouldn’t have known any better.”
“Believe me” she kissed him briefly once more, “It wasn’t that.” “Well then what did you say…ahh…” he moaned, nearly going cross eyed with pleasure as Chrome resumed stroking him through khaki fabric.
In the past girls never give him hand jobs, then again most slapped him past the point of him wiggling fingers into their bras and groping. But Chrome seemed to know exactly what she was doing even while he was still partly clothed.
Speaking of clothing, Lambo pulled away from her experienced touch to start undoing his pants. Only to stop at the bull-horns shaped buckle as Chrome came up behind him. Lambo shuddered as her breasts pressed against his back, aroused nipples brushing against his shoulder blades.
“Lambo, are you sure you want to keep going?” ‘Hell yes, do you need to ask?!’ the teenager thought to himself. He wanted to feel Chrome’s hands without all the fabric in the way, he wanted to be deep inside of her, wanted to be her lover if only for today.
‘Then Mukuro-san can have her until I know enough to out do him.’ Lambo concluded. “Yeah…are you going to help me?” he asked, grinning even if she couldn’t see it from behind.
“On one condition, this doesn’t lead to sex.” “What? Why not?” he asked, whining a little even missing how she unclasped the belt buckle while talking.
“Because your first time needs to be with someone you care about deeply. It needs to be special. I don’t want to take that away from you, Lambo. You may not believe me now, but at least trust my instincts. These feelings…”
She paused to remove the belt through the loops of his pants, “That you have for me, will pass away with time. You feel so strongly now, but if we sleep together you’ll wind up regretting wasting even a moment on me.”
“I won’t!” he protested. What would it take to make her see his feelings were honest and real?
“You will” Chrome insisted as she brought down khaki pants with a tug after Lambo raised his hips to help.
“You will find someone else, fall in love and then feel miserable for awhile for believing you loved me as much as that person.”
“Never” he said, turning in to face her. “I will never regret that.” Chrome offered a small yet sad looking smile, “So you say, but you can’t predict the future Lambo. You don’t know how many people you’ll meet or fall in love with in your lifetime. I am so grateful that I will be one of those people, but I can promise you this won’t last.”
“No, I know. I’ll still love you even when you get gray hairs and your boobs start to sag.”
She had to withhold shooting down his promises. ‘He’s still a boy. He thinks living to the point where you have gray hairs is an eternity from now.’ Chrome reminded herself. So she didn’t laugh at his declaration, instead she kissed his forehead and smoothed black hair down.
“Try this then. Wait until you’re eighteen.” Green eyes blinked, “What’s three years going to change?” he mumbled against her chest. “A lot” Chrome replied. “If you feel the same way about me by then, I promise we can sleep together then.”
“That’s just to make yourself feel better, isn’t it?” Lambo grumbled. “Partly” Chrome admitted, “But I also want you to be one-hundred percent sure you want your first time to be with me.”
Lambo snorted. To him Chrome was under the delusion that guys missed their ‘virginity’, or rather regretted losing it, as much as girls did. He already felt a little behind his peers since all the guys bragged about how often they slept with their girlfriends, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Still, he decided to play along and be agreeable, while secretly plotting to convince Chrome to change her mind over time.
“Good” she said. Lambo pulled off his boxers, moving in to kiss the female Mist on the lips, but stopped short of pressing his mouth to hers because a throaty moan came past his lips as she stroked.
“S-so…so good.” Lambo praised, his shoulders shivering because she seemed to know exactly how he liked it. How hard to squeeze, when to stroke softly along the shaft and the pace which made his toes curl and balls tighten. Closing his eyes, Lambo’s hip jerked with her rhythm.
A burning bitterness seared down his throat because Lambo didn’t have to guess how she learned to be this good and whom she had to practice on over the years. It was no great secret the two Mists were sleeping together, since Mukuro did everything to flaunt it in order to embarrass Chrome-san and everyone around them.
Still, Lambo wanted to believe that would all change. He would see to changing Chrome’s mind and accepting him as her lover instead. Then, all his thinking stopped altogether as Chrome rubbed the head of his penis, electing more pleased moans from Lambo.
It wasn’t long before Lambo came in her hands. His voice seemed to echo in the room and made Chrome blush due to the richness of the sound. ‘You are going to make someone very, very happy someday.’ Chrome thought while searching in the nightstand for a clean handkerchief to wipe off sticky come from her hand.
Hands down on the mattress, Lambo’s world was spinning, ‘Ten times better than doing it with my own hand’ he mused while basking in the brief afterglow.
“When can we do this again?” Chrome stopped after hearing those words from Lambo’s mouth. Looking like a deer caught in headlights the woman turned to face a very smug teenage boy.
“I’ve got a placement exam for high school grades coming up in the summer. It’s going to be very stressful and I might not be able to study without the proper motivation.” Lambo mused aloud while grinning.
‘…what have I gotten myself into?’ Chrome wondered as she added the handkerchief to go in the laundry basket to be washed.
After walking out of Chrome’s rooms, feeling like a new man, Lambo was caught off guard when I Pin tackled him to the ground with a flying kick right in the middle of his back.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you all afternoon! I told Haru-san about our test results and she wants to take us out to dinner as a reward.” I Pin told him.
“That’s great…owww” Lambo winced as he got up, “But did you have to kick me so hard?” he complained. “That was punishment for making us wait so long. Haru-san was about to change the dinner reservations again because we couldn’t find you.”
As he followed I Pin down the grand staircase to the bottom floor of the mansion, Lambo opened his right eye to see Chrome-san emerge from her rooms, dressed and looking composed and put together.
‘One day, I’ll make it so you can’t wait to get me all to yourself. I promise.’ Lambo said to himself as and I Pin met Haru-san at the front door for their evening out.
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Continue
Fandom: KHR
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Chrome/Everyone- eventual everyone/everyone
It never failed to amaze Lambo how much Gokudera-nii and Haru-nee argued like an old married couple. All. The. Time. An exasperated sigh escaped the teenager as the twenty-something pair were bickering over him…about him. Or rather Lambo’s abysmal grades at the mafia academy.
“He needs to straighten up! Otherwise, he’ll wind up being nothing but useless dead weight who’s only good for cleaning toilets.”
Although the words had a ring of truth to them, Lambo still couldn’t help but cringe and squirm. Haru was quick to fire back, “You are always so difficult on Lambo-kun! Tsuna never finished school…”
“That’s because he didn’t ‘need’ to. He was destined to become the Tenth so it was pointless to train him for any other profession.”
“Well…if I’m going to be a Guardian for Boss-nii the rest of my life, I don’t really need a full education either.”
Livid green eyes turned to him looking downright poisonous, “Did anyone ask you for your input, huh?!”
“You don’t have to yell at him!” Haru rounded. “Woman, he’s not a kid anymore. He is fifteen and needs to take more responsibility for his actions…”
Realizing no one paying him any attention, Lambo quietly slipped out of the room. Once he was sure no one was trailing right behind him, the dark-haired boy sighed heavily again, rubbing the back of his neck before shoulders slumped down, hands shoved into khaki pants pockets.
‘Wonder what I Pin is doing…’ he thought only to pull a face. Probably homework, studying for an exam or something equally boring. Deciding he could at least pester the former child assassin, Lambo set off for the hall of dormitory styled rooms where the guardians and close associates of the Vongola family lived.
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“No…” interrupted by a kiss, “you have to…” another and another, “really have to go.” Mukuro sucked Chrome’s bottom lip to show what he thought of her ‘warning’. Still, she pushed him away.
“Booting me out of bed so soon?” ‘Soon? By who’s definition?’ Chrome wondered while pulling on a robe over her naked body, as a clear sign to the sex fiend on the bed that her legs were now closed for business.
“You have to report in for your assignment.” Chrome reminded while attempting to untangle the purple colored mess that was her hair. A look which could only be described as a sulk appeared on the male illusionist’s face.
“Fine, fine. I have to pay my dues and bow and scrape to the ‘boss’ after all” Mukuro said lightly while searching the room for the clothing he had shed.
After getting dressed quickly, Mukuro coaxed Chrome to say goodbye at the door. She hesitantly came over to kiss him then squeaked as a roaming hand delved into her silk robe, squeezing a right breast. “Mukuro-sa…” she mumbled but the words got lost between their lips.
Reaching behind with a free hand to the door, Mukuro removed his right hand from Chrome’s breast to the tie of her robe. With a pull, she was out in the hall, ribbon tie undone and robe open to expose her out in the open.
“M-Mukuro-sama!” Chrome gasped. She should have known he was up to something since Mukuro felt he could not depart the Vongola headquarters without stirring up some kind of trouble.
“Ah, looks like we’ve got an interloper” he remarked. Her violet colored eye grew large as Chrome turned to see Lambo-kun standing in the hall. Unfortunately, Chrome momentarily forgot that her robe was still open.
Inadvertently getting an eyeful of naked woman, Lambo sputtered and blushed, hand going first to cover his mouth only to blink as it came into contact with red dripping over knuckles from a nosebleed.
“Did you enjoy the show, little calf?” Mukuro asked, looking so smug and amused with his own mischievous streak. With a tender parting kiss to Chrome’s cheek he walked away while she struggled to get the ribbon tie back around the robe and close it.
Once it was knotted and Chrome was covered, awkward silence fell between the female Mist and male Thunder.
“Uh…I didn’t…see anything.” Lambo lied around a gulp.
“It’s okay Lambo-kun. You didn’t know.” Chrome began, blushing to the tips of her ears. ‘That will teach me to no longer go naked under this robe around Mukuro-sama.’ Chrome thought.
“Mukuro-sama likes playing tricks on people before he leaves for jobs. Last week…he somehow managed to move around all the furniture in Hibari-san’s home before leaving for Paris.”
“…yeah I remember that. Not a good week for anyone.” Lambo mumbled while trying to keep his gaze off Chrome-san. He was trying to be a gentleman and look at her eye, but it was useless since hormones still directed green eyes to the outlining curves of the short silk robe.
“I’m…going back inside. Sorry about that Lambo-kun.” Chrome said meekly, honestly embarrassed as to having exposed herself to a teenage boy, even if it wasn’t entirely her fault.
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I Pin was close to violently stabbing her mechanical pencil into something. Whether it would be Lambo-kun or her algebra paper was still a toss-up. ‘He’s been sighing and looking out into space for over twenty minutes now.’ I Pin had heard about Gokudera-san and Haru-san arguing about him, then again one would have to be in another country ‘not’ to hear those two bickering, trying to outdo the other in sheer volume and venom.
‘Maybe that’s what he’s upset about.’ I Pin thought with a purse of her lips. Then again, that would mean Lambo-kun actually gave a damn about school when in reality he only ever flirted with girls and accepted party invitations for the weekends.
‘Yeah…school is probably the last thing on his mind. Bet Gokudera-san grounded him and that’s what he’s sulking over…’
“I Pin…I think I’ve reached an epiphany.”
The girl in braids turned, shocked that he even knew the word or what it meant. Looking to the cow-spot shirt wearing boy sprawled out on her bed, I Pin blinked as two green eyes looked seriously at her.
“I think it’s high time I stop chasing after girls. I need…to man up and be more mature and responsible.”
Cue a series of owlish blinks from the brown eyed girl. ‘N-no way! Is he serious?’
“That’s great Lambo-kun!” I Pin exclaimed, clapping hands together. Maybe he was finally getting on the right track. She could tutor him in math and sciences if Gokduera-san was too busy. And Haru-san was good at helping out with languages and history assignments…
“I mean an older woman like Chrome-san won’t take me seriously if I don’t at least try to act like I know what I’m doing. …right?” he asked while worrying a lock of raven hair in the middle of his forehead.
“Exactly! …wait…what did you just say?” the girl balked.
Lambo sat up, beaming cheekily, “I’m going to try to steal Chrome-san from Mukuro-san.”
The mechanical pencil in I Pin’s hand dropped and rolled under the desk. “I…I think you’re seriously ill. Did you run into Bianchi-san again and she force fed you some weird poison that makes you have suicidal impulses?”
“No…or at least not that I remember.” Lambo grumbled, rubbing the top of his hair. “Anyway, I’ve got to get going thanks for letting me hang out I Pin.”
“Wait Lambo-kun…” her protest cut off as the boy left the girl’s bedroom.
‘This isn’t going to end well’ I Pin told herself with a note of finality.
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Chrome blinked as Haru bowed, hands together and eyes closed. “Please help me out here. Lambo-kun needs help passing his mid-terms, so if you could just stay by him the next three afternoons and make sure he studies the material…”
Even though the ‘flashing’ incident was over two weeks ago, Chrome’s cheeks still molted pink at the thought of having to face Lambo-kun.
“I’m not sure if I’m the right person…”
“Please, please.” Haru begged. “If you don’t Gokudera will observe him. And you know how crabby that man is. He’ll berate poor Lambo until the boy can’t do anything but cry and complain.”
“…well that’s true.’ Chrome pondered, however she thought it was still too soon. Yet, at the same time Chrome was a sucker for pleading 'puppy dog' looks just like the one Haru-san was giving her.
“Okay. I’ll help Lambo-kun study while you’re gone Haru-san.”
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“So you’re going to be my home tutor?” Lambo asked blandly, while inside he wondered when Christmas had started coming so early in the year.
Chrome moved to nod, then hesitated, “Well…I’m really just around to make sure you study. I’m not familiar with the material…”
“But for sake of argument you are my tutor. Am I right?” Lambo pressed, trying his best not to grin like an idiot. It was like a fantasy coming true…will if one took books and cram notes out of the equation first.
“If you want to call me that, I don’t have a problem with it.” Chrome replied. However, where Lambo-kun was expecting the female Mist to unbutton her blouse a little and let her hair down before leaning in close to make sure he was working; he wound up being sorely disappointed. Chrome-san sat down opposite of his chair, kept her blouse buttoned, hair in the pineapple-tuff style and rather than shooting him teasing sultry glances seemed to be absorbed in a mystery novel.
After thirty minutes passed (boring reality ruining the fantasy of Chrome being his ‘tutor’) Lambo shifted from the chair he occupied to the sofa across the room. A violet colored eye glanced up from the top of a book.
She didn’t say anything until Lambo felt the need to come up with an excuse. “The light is better on this side.” “Ah, if you say so” Chrome returned, yet unable to help shift uncomfortably, a blush rising to her cheeks while trying to fight down the embarrassing memory. No good though, still awkward.
‘Mukuro-sama is going to pay when he comes back.’ Chrome mused before thoughtlessly biting her lip, unknowingly bringing the teenager’s heart to settle at his feet then skyrocket back up.
‘Cute’ Lambo thought. Who knew an older woman still had some cute ‘girly’ habits?
‘She’s not that much older…barely eight years.’ Lambo mused, no longer focusing on his homework, only glancing at the figures on the paper which now looked to him to make as much sense as hieroglyphics.
‘Alright, she’s getting comfortable. Time for the old yawn-and-shoulder-drape’ Lambo thought, putting his plan into action by yawning loudly and stretching both long arms out, then slyly landed the left on the sofa backing, right against Chrome-san’s shoulders. Chrome jerked in response to feeling the weight of the boy’s arm resting along her back.
“Lambo-kun…” “Hm? Oh I’m sorry is this bothering you? I can scoot a little further away…oww.” Lambo whimpered as Chrome had reached over to pinch the skin between his left index and middle finger.
“Please do. I think you can concentrate better if you’re not half sitting in my lap.” Chrome said while trying to sound distant and calm, but in actuality she was starting to panic a little. Something strange was going on with Lambo-kun.
As a child, he would never go to Chrome when something happened to him. Which Chrome was secretly grateful for, since she had this gut feeling of being one of those people who were terrible with children. Thus she and Lambo-kun never developed a family like bond that he had with Haru and Kyoko.
Today was different somehow, because the boy was an octopus in how his hands were everywhere. And Chrome for one had bad experiences with people and…things waving tentacles at her, so she was far from amused.
Closing her book, Chrome removed herself from the situation to occupy the chair Lambo left an hour earlier.
Left alone on the sofa, Lambo’s bottom lip quibbled for a moment only to suck it up. He was a man. He was going to get Chrome-san’s attention and affections honestly and by taking affirmative action.
So he decided the best way to get her to pay attention was to sniffle and garner her pity. Sniffling, Lambo rubbed sleeves against his eyes, blinking and forcing tears to start up.
‘Don’t look up, just ignore him.’ Chrome told herself. She had been warned by Haru-san that while Lambo had grown a lot in the past five years, he still carried over some bad habits from childhood. Like his cry-baby tendencies when frustrated or scared.
“I don’t get it. How am I supposed to pass if I don’t even understand…”
Swallowing a little bit of guilt, since Chrome had been there once before (frequent absences from classes due to mafia business or planning jail breaks made for frustrating cramming sessions), the young woman tried to go on ignoring it.
As the noises grew, Chrome heaved a sigh and put her book down to approach Lambo, who appeared to be struggling with a math homework sheet.
“What is it you don’t understand, Lambo-kun?” she asked, leaning to look over the teen’s shoulder.
“Huh? No…no it’s fine Chrome-san. I can cope with this myself.” A pause, then Chrome shrugged, “If you say so…”
“W-wait,” Lambo blurted out, boldly reaching for the young woman’s right arm to keep her in place. “I…might need a little help with this problem.”
It wasn’t long before Lambo had her coaxed back to his side. Chrome had to keep referring to the text book for formula examples and attempted to explain it to Lambo. However, the fifteen year old was far from focusing on homework.
“So about Chrome-san and Mukuro-san…are you two committed somehow?” he asked directly.
“Hm. No we are not, at least not that I’m aware of.” Chrome mused carelessly. She honestly didn’t see her and Mukuro needing definitions like ‘boyfriend’ or ‘girlfriend’ since their bond was unbreakable and thus transcended conventional labels.
“So say if you found someone better, would he…like attempt to kill the other person or haunt them with illusions?”
Chrome shrugged. She honestly didn’t know. Mukuro-sama was protective over her well-being, but she had never seen him show any signs of being the jealous type. Then again, she never really gave him a reason to be jealous…
“So…if your answer was a definite ‘no’ to both questions, how do you feel about a younger guy asking you out?”
The first two questions she could brush off and ignore, this one though sounding like it was leading up to something. “That would depend on the person…”
“Then why not go out with me?” Lambo asked with an impish and wide smile, leaning on the table. She didn’t even wait a beat, “No. Absolutely not”
“Why not?!” Lambo demanded to know. “I’m handsome, good looking, charming, and…well okay I’m not very smart and I can’t create illusions. And I’m not quite grown up all the way yet. But give me time and I can be a better lover than Mukuro-san.”
A pause, but then Lambo felt the need to crudely drive the point home, “I mean, I’m already six inches just think how big I’ll get down there by the time I’m your ag…” a hand clamped around the boy’s mouth, the female Mist having heard enough.
“Lambo-kun, please stop while you’re ahead. You’ve made your point, but I am not going to date you. You’re…like a kid brother to me.” Chrome mumbled the last part, starting to feel a headache coming on.
Removing her hand, Lambo retorted “That’s a lie! You weren’t around me as much as Haru-san and Kyoko-san when I was growing up, so how can you say I’m like a brother? You barely know me.”
Trying a different angle, namely attempting to reason with the teenager Chrome finished their conversation, “I’m…flattered you expressed an interest, Lambo-kun. But, I beg of you. Find someone your own age.”
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Naturally, Mukuro found it quite amusing when Chrome relayed the conversation back to him. “Don’t laugh Mukuro-sama, you are the reason Lambo-san is thinking these things.”
“Hm, actually I had nothing to do with it. How was I supposed to know he would come down the hallway just as I opened your robe?” He leaned over Chrome’s back to whisper in the woman’s ear, “And who was classless enough to wear no-thing underneath.”
“Also…” he touched the only remaining article on her body, namely the thigh-high boots Chrome loved to beg/borrow/steal from him. “With a sinful body like yours, I don’t blame the boy’s hormones for going a little haywire” Mukuro hummed, fingers going along Chrome’s spine then daring to tickle between firm cheeks, which made her yelp and squirm.
“It’s just a crush. He’ll get over it. In the mean time, have fun with it.” Mukuro said with a smirk. Chrome frowned in response. ‘Only Mukuro-sama would see a teenager’s feelings as something to ‘toy’ with’ she thought.
Day two of tutoring did not go over so well either. Chrome tried to avoid looking at the boy, who in turn refused to do any work so long as she wasn’t watching over him like a hawk.
Putting her hands down on the table, Chrome tried to implore to Lambo-kun the importance of an education, but he was quick to shoot back with the other Guardian’s school records.
“You, Mukuro-san and Ryohei-san didn’t finish high school. Hibari-san had to be dragged out of Nami-chuu under protest at age eighteen, otherwise he would have been the prefect forever. Boss, Yamamoto-san and Gokudera-san never even showed up to their high school exams.”
With a dismissive wave to his books Lambo grumbled, “So who cares of my grades suck? As long as the mafia is around, I’ve pretty much got a job for the rest of my life.”
Chrome was not about to admit the boy had a point. Therefore, she leaned on an old standby: when in doubt use the Mist’s ‘skill’ at bullshitting.
“Well… we all want you to have options open, Lambo-kun. What if you decided, that you didn’t want to be the Thunder Guardian anymore? And what if the mafia isn’t there anymore or Bossu for that matter?”
Lambo sat up in his chair, “I’m not saying school isn’t important, but there really isn’t a whole lot to keep me motivated.”
“…what kind of motivation would it take?” Chrome asked. Instantly, she thought of the younger Lambo always begging for candy. And she recalled watching Haru and Kyoko pacify him with sweets numerous times. She supposed his tastes would be a bit more refined now that he was into his teens though.
Chrome should have taken warning at the smirk that curved on the formerly sulky-boy’s mouth.
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“You…you promised him what?” Mukuro said around laughter. Chrome shrugged, “Don’t judge, I was at my wits end trying to get him to study. I doubt he’d pass all the mid-term subjects anyway.”
“So you’re not worried about allowing a fifteen year old boy to have his wicked little way with you?” Mukuro asked, for once fully clothed while in her room, but Chrome figured that wouldn’t last for too much longer.
‘We have a bond and are compatible Mukuro-sama but that doesn’t mean we have to have sex each time our eyes meet’ was what she wanted to say, but wondered if doing so he’d use as an excuse to leave again.
‘If it keeps him here and maintains the whole, it’s fine. I’m fine.’ Chrome told herself as fingers got lost in his hair.
“You know what your problem is my dear?” Mukuro asked. She tilted her head to listen, but didn’t seem to care too much to hear about her perceived issue.
“You are too giving of yourself.” Mukuro answered for her. “That’s going to wind up hurting you one day. This mafia you love so much… will hurt you one day. When that day comes,” he kissed her hands.
“You’re going to have to be strong enough to drive the knife into their backs.”
That day seemed so far off Chrome thought she could shove it away and forget about it, while still nodding an giving an affirmative platitude to Mukuro-sama.
‘Give him what he wants and he’s yours. Tell him what he needs to hear and he’ll stay.’ Chrome thought, but the tone sounded a little like someone else…
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The day after mid-term exams Lambo all but ran out of the limo, leaving a stunned I Pin behind and she soaked in the results of the paper her friend had shoved between two brown eyes.
“Lambo, wait!” she called out while wondering why it was always her who ended up chasing him.
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Chrome blinked as the door to her room was suddenly flung open. Lambo-kun was panting, looking winded but still beaming from ear to ear as he held up a paper.
“I did it,Chrome-san! I passed all the subjects for the mid-terms!”
Taking the page out of his hands, the young woman saw that indeed he had. Granted some subjects just ‘barely’ hovered in the ‘pass’ bracket. Needless to say, Chrome knew she was screwed. Royally. Screwed.
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“Ten minutes, just like we agreed.” Lambo reminded, hands tucked behind his head while Chrome locked the door. ‘I should have never…’ she ended that thought with a sigh.
“What’s wrong?” the teenager asked. She shrugged, “It’s nothing. Let’s get started.” Chrome began, moving to strip quickly to get it over with.
“N-no no, wait!” Lambo crossed the room and took her hands into his, “I…” he swallowed, “I want to undress you …can I?”
‘Me and my big mouth’ Chrome thought for the first time in her life, since usually her problems came from ‘not’ speaking her mind. “Sure, but it will take away from your ten minutes.”
“Aww, come on Chrome-san, be fair!” Lambo sulked for a moment. “Down to nine minutes now.”
With a blink of both green eyes; Lambo took that warning to heart and walked up to her. Long fingers and large hands, which the rest of his awkward and growing body would have to catch up to, instantly went to her blouse. In his haste, Lambo struggled with the first three buttons.
“Be careful, this is one of my favorites.” Chrome cautioned. “O-okay” Lambo stammered, starting to feel a little nervous. He had kissed girls before, making out and feeling up the fairer sex at parties was a common occurrence, but this was a grown woman. She knew so many things he had yet to discover, so Lambo felt more than a little intimidated by her experience.
‘What if she finds me boring? Or gross?’ he wondered, accidently popping up a button from the force he exerted to push it through the hole. “Ah, I’m sorry…”
Chrome paused to stoop down and put the discarded button up and set it on the desk. “It’s okay” she said because the boy looked to be in near tears over a silly button.
“Lambo-kun, are you okay?” she asked. His Adam’s apple bobbed for a moment, he almost had her shirt undone and off, but now nerves were setting in which made Lambo wonder if he could go through with this.
“I…” he began to hesitate. “Here” Chrome whispered first kissing the boy on his forehead then guiding his hands to finish off the buttons. “It’s alright, don’t rush. Still have nine minutes.”
With a nod, Lambo undid the rest of her shirt, to which Chrome shrugged off. She wore a plain cream colored bra, lacking cute patterns, lace or frills; however Lambo found what they were holding to be far more enticing.
Chrome-san was far from the ‘biggest’ he had ever seen, but she wasn’t built like a boy either, like I Pin. Her breasts looked to be just enough for a generous handful without being overwhelming. Fingers itched to touch…only to remember the bra. The bra: the bane of every horny male, since those things were so perplexing. Lambo was confident he could handle it though. After a couple years of practice he had rendered many a make-out partner bra-less, thus Lambo wasn’t too worried out it.
“Can I kiss you?” he asked. Chrome was the next to hesitate. Just how far was too far? Lambo was still a boy and Chrome didn’t want a hand in giving him some kind of complex.
Yet, he asked for ten minutes to do anything. “Okay” she said, trying to relax as Lambo embraced her tightly. He nuzzled her neck for a moment before leaning up for a kiss. Far from resisting it, Chrome gently stroked soft black hair while Lambo kissed her. A few pecks, then he started moving hands behind her back to the bra clasps. Leaning into the kiss, Chrome replied to the tongue tip stroking the seams of her lips by opening up to him. The first clasp came undone by the time their tongues tangled. Second clap popped and the fabric fell, revealing dusky areolas and nipples.
By the time they parted to breath, Lambo peeled the garment down her arms until gravity took over so the bra fell to the floor. Stepping back for a moment, Lambo openly gaped at her bared torso, making wonder why she was blushing since Mukuro-sama had seen her naked plenty of times. Maybe, she wondered, it was the fact someone else was appreciative of her body, so she was genuinely flattered.
“Can I just call you Chrome now?” Lambo asked, he felt a little like a kid again with all these questions, but he didn’t want to risk offending her and being rejected.
Since she figured it would be difficult to retain seniority and command respect while topless, Chrome nodded. “And you can call me Lambo. I want you to drop the kun, just for today okay?” Another nod, so while Lambo was encouraged by her approval, the lack of vocal responses was kind of worrying him.
“I’m not moving too fast?” he inquired. “No, Lambo-k…Lambo, you’re doing fine.” Chrome answered. He beamed, but then anxiety set in again as the teenager looked at her breasts.
‘Get a grip, it’s boobs. You know how to work with boobs.’ One side of Lambo argued. The other side fired back, ‘Yeah but they are grown woman boobs. I can’t just…can I?’
Since he figured there wasn’t a better way to figure out what was acceptable and what was not than through first hand experience, Lambo reached and grabbed the mammary glands with both hands.
He blushed to match Chrome’s as Lambo cupped her breasts, weighing them a little. “They feel…full…kind of.” Lambo said while jiggling them a little, missing the wince and look at a loss of dignity that crossed Chrome’s face. Then the boy blinked his left eye before looking up, “You’re not…”
“N-no…I’m not…lactating or anything.”
“Oh, that’s good. Cause that would be really…awkward if I squeezed them and something came out.”
“Mukuro-sama and I decided a long time ago that the world doesn’t need more people like us, so it’s unlikely I’ll reproduce.” Chrome stated, after all being childless was no great loss to her. Now it was Lambo’s turn to flinch. “Even if you found someone else you liked?” he asked before kissing her throat while worrying nipples into arousal by stroking and pinching between his fingers.
A small gasp escaped before she answered, “I seriously doubt I’d want children even then. I…I’m not very good around people, so I can’t imagine what raising a child to be…healthy, socialized and somewhat normal would be like.” Lambo moved to lick her right tit, electing a series of pleasant shivers down her spine and drawing questions within Chrome as to how much experience Lambo had with this sort of thing…
‘He seems to be very comfortable with kissing and fondling breasts.’ Chrome realized. Maybe Gokudera and Haru were worrying more over the trivial as it concerned his grades, instead of fretting whether he had gotten a girl pregnant.
Chrome nearly jolted right out of her black shoes as Lambo’s lips found and puckered around a right nipple. Tongue lavished the surface, sending heat right down to her core as the tongue moved so he could suckle.
‘Defiantly far too experienced for a fifteen year old…’ Chrome thought, now troubled about what, and who, Lambo was doing in his free time.
“…don’t you like this Chrome?” he asked, suddenly dragging the woman from her thoughts. Glancing down at the boy, as he massaged her left breast, she nodded.
“Why do you ask?” He shrugged, “Dunno, you just seem distracted and you’re not making any noises or anything, so I can’t tell if you’re feeling good or not.”
“It’s always like that.” Chrome said honestly. “Mukuro-sama says I make things difficult by not being very vocal.”
Lambo tried to fight down the urge to be a brat and childishly snap at her for constantly bringing up the name of his competition. But, he had to be a man and not complain, rather Lambo resolved to show up his competitor.
Determined to make her notice and get Chrome to moan for him, Lambo’s hands left her breasts as the teenager got on his knees. He moved onto her high-waist pin-stripe skirt, unbuttoning it then pulling the zipper down. Once the fabric shimmied down, he noticed the panties matched her bra and there was even a garter belt to hold up her nude stockings.
Licking his lips, Lambo reached around to grab Chrome by her butt cheeks. Blushing above him, she wondered what the boy was about to do, only to question no more as Lambo nuzzled right at her stocking seam before licking a long trail up her right leg. With a shudder, Chrome felt her pulse spike.
Kissing and licking over her stocking-covered leg, then up to her pelvis Lambo at last nibbled her flat yet soft stomach. Nudging above her bellybutton, Lambo could smell the lingering scent of some kind of perfume and her skin felt so warm and smooth against his cheek he almost didn’t want to leave. But had to since he had yet to hear her moan.
Moving down, he snapped the garter off before pressing his nose to the front of her panties. Chrome squeaked and attempted to jerk away, but Lambo kept a firm hold on her backside, keeping the female Mist rooted in place.
“L-Lambo-kun…you really shouldn’t do that…” she stammered, forgetting about ‘forgetting’ the kun suffix.
Choosing to ignore the slip up, Lambo licked the cotton barrier right at the lips of her sex. “Ahha…” she gasped, knees starting to grow weak and trembling as Lambo proceeded to ‘kiss’ her pussy through the barrier. Just like their kiss from earlier, he pecked at the ‘lips’ before gently probing with his tongue.
Lambo clenched Chrome’s firm ass, squeezing as he got between her legs then started to peel down her panties, pleased to see her sex was wet and slick for him.
“Lambo…this…this wasn’t part of the…” a moan came from her at last as Lambo inserted a finger.
His throat feeling dry, Lambo fumbled his first exploration of a woman’s sex. It looked so weird and alien, all wrinkly, pink and not all that attractive as the rest of her body. But when ‘it’ greedily took his finger into the second knuckle Lambo couldn’t resist finding it sexy, already picturing how his cock would look being taken in. As if reminding Lambo ‘it’ existed, the boy’s erection jumped thus making his pants feel uncomfortably tight and restrictive.
Hearing a low groan from the boy, Chrome spread her legs a little to look at Lambo. His face was flushed a dark red, both eyes open and looking a little pained.
“You need to get up Lambo” Chrome said around a thick swallow. “Yeah, you’re right. Might need a little help though since I think all the blood has gone below my center of gravity” he joked. His laugh was so throaty and deep that Chrome’s knees almost gave out again.
‘Fifteen year old boys have no business having a laugh that sexy.’ Chrome decided as she grabbed Lambo’s forearms and helped pulled him to stand. Once on his feet, Lambo winced again, feeling a little embarrassed since he was certain his trouser bulge was showing. ‘How uncool’ he thought only to pause as he saw Chrome reaching for her bra and shirt to put them back on.
“W-wait…it hasn’t been a full ten minutes yet!” he protest in a shaky tone, scared Chrome was getting fed up and was setting up to kick him out. So to stop her from undressing, Lambo gripped the other sleeve of her blouse.
“This is too much Lambo-kun. Any further and we’ll wind up…” Chrome glanced to the bed, leaving Lambo to fill in the blank.
“Well yeah…that’s kind of what I wanted all along.” Lambo said, trying to act blasé about sex. In Lambo's mind, a man doesn’t freak out or act too eager at the prospect of getting some. So even though Lambo felt like just one touch from her and he’d come right in his pants, the boy wanted to act cool, as if he planned it all along.
“It’d be wrong though Lambo…”
“I don’t care” he returned. “I don’t care that you’re older than me, Chrome. I thought you were cool with it too since you agreed to the ten minutes.”
“I agreed because…” Chrome stopped herself from saying it, ‘I didn’t think you’d be able to pass everything since you only had one day to prepare.’
Lambo seemed to read the atmosphere though, because the frustrated Thunder guardian gritted out, trying to hold in tears, “You thought I would be too stupid to pass.”
“No, Lambo. It’s not like that.” Chrome protested as the boy gripped tightly on the blouse. A moment of tense silence fell over the two occupants before Lambo’s watery warble rose up.
“You are just like everyone else!” Lambo accused, shoulders shaking as he gave up trying to stem the flow of tears. “All the adults…they look at me and tell me that I’m too young, too stupid or not worth the time. I thought you were different because for you never once talked down to me. You were nice to me…”
Lambo stopped in mid-rant as the shirt suddenly dropped between them with Chrome embracing him tightly. Blinking at first, in the next second he tried to push her off.
“No! You don’t get the right to hug me and try to make me feel better! I know you think just like them!”
“You’re wrong Lambo” she whispered, fingers gently stroking the crying boy’s hair. “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have accepted to do this in the first place because this is playing with your feelings and it’s very unfair. But I never meant to imply you were stupid either.”
She pulled away to look at Lambo, “You are very bright when you actually put in some effort, Lambo-kun. I’ve seen it when we work. And didn’t yesterday prove that you ‘can’ study and make good grades when you want to?”
The young woman embraced him again, “You are not stupid or useless, Lambo-kun. Bossu accepted you as his Guardian when you were just five years old. And every day you’re getting stronger and improving more.” Chrome tenderly stroked his tears away, “Lambo-kun is a very special person. I’m sorry if what I said made you feel otherwise” the young woman confessed, because she could empathize with the ‘worthless’ feeling.
Her mother and step-father pretty much ignored Chrome for most of her childhood then didn’t deem the girl worth saving. While their situations were not exactly the same, Chrome could relate to Lambo feeling worthless and his desperate need for validation, for someone to say he was needed and wanted.
‘That’s really what he wants. Sure, his hormones want sex, but deep down I’m sure all Lambo-kun wants is someone to love him enough to not talk down to him so much.’ Chrome thought as she guided Lambo to follow her.
Sitting down on the bed, Chrome eased the boy to sit with her, still stroking his hair as Lambo wrung out any tears he had left. Once exhausted of tears, Lambo leaned heavily on Chrome’s slender shoulder before rubbing his irritated eyes.
“Ugh…I look so uncool, crying and all.” he complained with a sniffle. Unable to do anything but smile, Chrome tried to soothe him by kissing Lambo’s cheeks. However, this proved to be mistake though, for the boy bounced back quickly from depressed and defensive to flirty and horny within the span of a minute. In the blink of an eye Chrome found herself tackled to the mattress.
‘Oh no…’ she thought as Lambo grinned while holding her wrists in his hands. “I’ve got you” he attempted to purr but it sounded more like a childish taunt than something sexy.
Before Chrome could demand to be let up, Lambo boldly leaned in to kiss her. He accepted the light bite to his lips and went headlong right into holding Chrome’s face in his hands, making love to her mouth with measured strokes of his tongue.
Left eye closing Chrome knew this was really bad. She should be fighting back and reminding Lambo that there was a vast difference between herself and the girls he played around with. Then, just like with Mukuro-sama; she stopped short of doing the right thing, of saying what was on her mind because Chrome had an irrational fear of causing a rift in Vongola.
She just got back to her family after five years of captivity, so Chrome was frightened of losing the approval of anyone of them. What if…her turning Lambo away hurt him enough for the boy to do something harmful?
‘Especially after I just assured him that I think he’s a wonderful person…’ Chrome thought, feeling guilty about not thinking ahead. Still, so he wouldn’t get upset Chrome returned the kiss.
Gradually, it became less about appeasing Lambo and more about kissing him simply because it felt good. The boy was now good for two things: Bathroom cleaning and kissing.
‘The female populous of Italy needs to watch out for this one when he comes of age…actually maybe an all points bulletin needs to go out now.’ Chrome concluded, not even thinking about giving herself the same cautionary warning until it was already too late.
Sitting up, Lambo hastily moved to unbutton his shirt, only to stop at the last button, looking shy for the first time in this encounter.
“Promise me…that you won’t laugh okay?” Chrome blinked, wondering what he was afraid she’d find funny.
“There’s uh…” he slowly pulled the cow print shirt down, “some hair…on my body. I’ve tried shaving it off but it keeps coming back. It’s embarrassing, but it’s won’t stop even though I shave it about as often as my face.”
Chrome looked at Lambo’s lean chest and spied little dark hairs dotting his torso, the most visible being a light trail from navel to where it disappeared under the band of his khakis.
“You’re embarrassed about having a little bit of chest hair, Lambo?” Chrome asked because she didn’t see any deformities, markings or anything worthy of humor.
Still, Lambo winced and ducked his head. “…kind of. It’s gross isn’t it? I mean I know it’s ‘normal’ for guys to have hairy legs and pits, but…dunno.”
A sigh escaped the teenager, shoulders slumped down for a moment while Lambo rubbed the back of his head, “Kind of wish there was a way to get rid of it for good. W-what are you…” he stammered as Chrome leaned up from the bed to gently kiss places on his chest so that the ‘disgusting’ hairs deliberately tickled her lips.
Lambo balked for a moment then shivered as arousal overtook shock at Chrome accepting what he thought was weird and gross. As for herself, Chrome tried not to laugh, but only because his embarrassment was too cute.
She stopped short of kissing along the ‘happy trail’, preferring instead to glance up at the formerly mortified teenager.
“A hairy chest is probably a trait you inherited, Lambo-kun. And if a girl finds it gross, then that is her issue rather than it being something morbidly wrong with you.”
“Really?” he voice crackled for a moment, but Lambo was quick to cover it up by clearing his throat and trying again, “You really believe that it’s okay?”
Chrome nodded. She for one didn’t have a raging fetish for chest hair, but considering Lambo’s thick afro-styled hair as a child and his thick locks currently, it honestly wasn’t too much a surprise he’d have a hairy chest. And in a few years she was sure there would be women who would either look past what Lambo saw as a defect or be turned on by it.
Still, she had to do her best to reassure him in the present, just to give the teenager one less thing to worry about image-wise. “The hair isn’t even thick to be noticeable Lambo and you do groom yourself, so you shouldn’t be ashamed about that part of yourself and label it ‘gross’.” Chrome concluded (though feeling a little like a hypocrite since she was always mortified of how easily her own cheeks blushed so frequently).
Before Chrome could muse too much on hereditary traits and hypocrisy for much longer, the woman had the wind knocked out of her for a moment as Lambo suddenly flung forward and hugged her crushingly tight.
“I love you!” the Thunder guardian impulsively blurted out, before nestling his nose right at her neck. Stunned for a moment, Chrome’s mouth dropped open but nothing came out.
“I know you don’t love me yet. And I’ll work hard to change that” he said next. “But” Lambo kissed Chrome’s neck, “I can’t…keep it in anymore. I love you so much.”
“L-Lambo…you can’t…” Chrome was completely at a loss as to what to say. The old ‘standby’ of ‘I’m too old for you’ would put him in a rotten mood, which she wanted to avoid. But, this sudden confession was overwhelming since Chrome could not recall anyone ever saying they loved her before.
Maybe very early in her childhood before her mother remarried. Maybe she had been told those three words then only for the memory to be lost. But to her knowledge, no one had ever…and now she was at a loss as to what to do.
Saying ‘I love you’ in return would be disaster because it would give Lambo false hope and eventually he’d figure out it was a falsehood. ‘Thanks but no thanks’ would do even more damage…her head was spinning and it didn’t help clear Chrome’s head any that Lambo had taken to nibbling and suckling on the young woman’s neck.
A little gasp of shock came from her lips as the boy moved to the bottom lobe of her right ear, which he nipped at until Chrome gave a light push to Lambo’s shoulder to pry him away.
“You don’t love me” she whispered. “Of course I do…and before you start the bullshit of me being too young and inexperienced for me to know what I want…”
His hands found hers and twined in with Chrome’s. It was hardly anything as erotic or deep as souls touching, but the brazen honesty in his grip and eyes…it hurt and overwhelmed her. Because Chrome was coming to realize that while she viewed Lambo’s feelings as a passing phase, all this time his heart was in her hands. And it was heavy and fragile. With just a few words she can drop and break it…scary.
As she looked at him, Chromed decided that those who fell in love so easily, like Lambo, were terrifying because they burdened another being with their emotional well-being. So much trust and hope in her keeping those precious feelings of his safe.
‘Was I like this at fifteen?’ Chrome asked herself. She honestly couldn’t remember feeling as strongly as Lambo conveyed his emotions to be.
“I love you” he repeated watching her reaction, how Chrome drew her bottom lip in and gaze wandered. Hands going to her slender shoulders, Lambo attempt to coax her attention fully by kissing Chrome tenderly and slow.
As they kissed, his hands groped bare breasts again. ‘It’s okay, I haven’t forgotten about you two’ he thought with a slight smirk pressed into Chrome’s mouth before they broke apart. His mouth ventured down her pale and slender neck, the dip into the valley of her breasts.
A twisting pinch drew a ‘squeak’ from her only for him to soothe the sound into a moan by sucking on the offended nipple. His hands ghosted along the length of Chrome’s body, everything about her felt so soft and warm the texture was Lambo was sure would stay ingrained in his fingertips.
A tug at the nude stockings still on her legs dragged one down around mid-calf before he went back up to explore the young woman’s slick sex.
Chrome beat him to the punch though by backing against the bed’s headboard. Her still stocking cover foot gingerly rubbed up against his groin before folding up to join the right leg underneath her, effectively closing her pussy to clumsy boy fingers. The resulting hiss made Chrome wonder if she had accidently hurt him, but then Lambo reached for the woman’s hands.
Not one to beat around the bush, Lambo pressed Chrome’s open palms against his arousal. “Feel that, Chrome?” he asked, breath coming out in pants. “It’s yours…all for you. I love you so much, you have no idea…can’t even think. Please touch me.” he mumbled, the words gradually going from Japanese to Italian halfway though.
She couldn’t resist teasing, if only to lessen the awkwardness of a fifteen year old confessing his love and urging her to rub his penis, “Now you are just being a show off.”
“How is it showing off if you know the language too?” Lambo asked, his hands off Chrome’s to trace patterns on her stomach. “Come to think of it…tell me something in Italian. I bet you'll make it sound as sexy as hell” the teenager said with a cheeky grin.
A blush came to her cheeks, “No…my accent still isn’t good.” “Come on, please” he begged but it cut off into a moan as her fingers gently kneaded his trousers. “Please” he asked again, kissing her right shoulder. “Please, please. I won’t stop asking until you do.”
‘Then it’s not really ‘asking’ now is it.’ Chrome thought before she blew a strand of black hair from the boy’s left ear. “You are very dangerous for someone your age. I can’t stop being pulled in by you.” She paused before switching from Italian into another ‘romantic language’ “Your mouth…is sinful.” Chrome pulled back to kiss his lips, “It’s addictive and gives nothing but the sweetest kisses. And you are wasting this on someone who can’t return your feelings.”
He blinked, “What was that last part? I didn’t recognize any of that.” “You should, it’s French. One of your exam subjects, if I remember correctly” Chrome replied, “And it wasn’t important.”
“Ah come on, that is totally unfair!” he complained. “You could have been calling me a disgusting ape for all I know.” Then he grinned cheekily, “Or…you could have been saying ‘make love to me, I seriously need you now Lambo’ and I wouldn’t have known any better.”
“Believe me” she kissed him briefly once more, “It wasn’t that.” “Well then what did you say…ahh…” he moaned, nearly going cross eyed with pleasure as Chrome resumed stroking him through khaki fabric.
In the past girls never give him hand jobs, then again most slapped him past the point of him wiggling fingers into their bras and groping. But Chrome seemed to know exactly what she was doing even while he was still partly clothed.
Speaking of clothing, Lambo pulled away from her experienced touch to start undoing his pants. Only to stop at the bull-horns shaped buckle as Chrome came up behind him. Lambo shuddered as her breasts pressed against his back, aroused nipples brushing against his shoulder blades.
“Lambo, are you sure you want to keep going?” ‘Hell yes, do you need to ask?!’ the teenager thought to himself. He wanted to feel Chrome’s hands without all the fabric in the way, he wanted to be deep inside of her, wanted to be her lover if only for today.
‘Then Mukuro-san can have her until I know enough to out do him.’ Lambo concluded. “Yeah…are you going to help me?” he asked, grinning even if she couldn’t see it from behind.
“On one condition, this doesn’t lead to sex.” “What? Why not?” he asked, whining a little even missing how she unclasped the belt buckle while talking.
“Because your first time needs to be with someone you care about deeply. It needs to be special. I don’t want to take that away from you, Lambo. You may not believe me now, but at least trust my instincts. These feelings…”
She paused to remove the belt through the loops of his pants, “That you have for me, will pass away with time. You feel so strongly now, but if we sleep together you’ll wind up regretting wasting even a moment on me.”
“I won’t!” he protested. What would it take to make her see his feelings were honest and real?
“You will” Chrome insisted as she brought down khaki pants with a tug after Lambo raised his hips to help.
“You will find someone else, fall in love and then feel miserable for awhile for believing you loved me as much as that person.”
“Never” he said, turning in to face her. “I will never regret that.” Chrome offered a small yet sad looking smile, “So you say, but you can’t predict the future Lambo. You don’t know how many people you’ll meet or fall in love with in your lifetime. I am so grateful that I will be one of those people, but I can promise you this won’t last.”
“No, I know. I’ll still love you even when you get gray hairs and your boobs start to sag.”
She had to withhold shooting down his promises. ‘He’s still a boy. He thinks living to the point where you have gray hairs is an eternity from now.’ Chrome reminded herself. So she didn’t laugh at his declaration, instead she kissed his forehead and smoothed black hair down.
“Try this then. Wait until you’re eighteen.” Green eyes blinked, “What’s three years going to change?” he mumbled against her chest. “A lot” Chrome replied. “If you feel the same way about me by then, I promise we can sleep together then.”
“That’s just to make yourself feel better, isn’t it?” Lambo grumbled. “Partly” Chrome admitted, “But I also want you to be one-hundred percent sure you want your first time to be with me.”
Lambo snorted. To him Chrome was under the delusion that guys missed their ‘virginity’, or rather regretted losing it, as much as girls did. He already felt a little behind his peers since all the guys bragged about how often they slept with their girlfriends, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.
Still, he decided to play along and be agreeable, while secretly plotting to convince Chrome to change her mind over time.
“Good” she said. Lambo pulled off his boxers, moving in to kiss the female Mist on the lips, but stopped short of pressing his mouth to hers because a throaty moan came past his lips as she stroked.
“S-so…so good.” Lambo praised, his shoulders shivering because she seemed to know exactly how he liked it. How hard to squeeze, when to stroke softly along the shaft and the pace which made his toes curl and balls tighten. Closing his eyes, Lambo’s hip jerked with her rhythm.
A burning bitterness seared down his throat because Lambo didn’t have to guess how she learned to be this good and whom she had to practice on over the years. It was no great secret the two Mists were sleeping together, since Mukuro did everything to flaunt it in order to embarrass Chrome-san and everyone around them.
Still, Lambo wanted to believe that would all change. He would see to changing Chrome’s mind and accepting him as her lover instead. Then, all his thinking stopped altogether as Chrome rubbed the head of his penis, electing more pleased moans from Lambo.
It wasn’t long before Lambo came in her hands. His voice seemed to echo in the room and made Chrome blush due to the richness of the sound. ‘You are going to make someone very, very happy someday.’ Chrome thought while searching in the nightstand for a clean handkerchief to wipe off sticky come from her hand.
Hands down on the mattress, Lambo’s world was spinning, ‘Ten times better than doing it with my own hand’ he mused while basking in the brief afterglow.
“When can we do this again?” Chrome stopped after hearing those words from Lambo’s mouth. Looking like a deer caught in headlights the woman turned to face a very smug teenage boy.
“I’ve got a placement exam for high school grades coming up in the summer. It’s going to be very stressful and I might not be able to study without the proper motivation.” Lambo mused aloud while grinning.
‘…what have I gotten myself into?’ Chrome wondered as she added the handkerchief to go in the laundry basket to be washed.
After walking out of Chrome’s rooms, feeling like a new man, Lambo was caught off guard when I Pin tackled him to the ground with a flying kick right in the middle of his back.
“There you are! I’ve been looking for you all afternoon! I told Haru-san about our test results and she wants to take us out to dinner as a reward.” I Pin told him.
“That’s great…owww” Lambo winced as he got up, “But did you have to kick me so hard?” he complained. “That was punishment for making us wait so long. Haru-san was about to change the dinner reservations again because we couldn’t find you.”
As he followed I Pin down the grand staircase to the bottom floor of the mansion, Lambo opened his right eye to see Chrome-san emerge from her rooms, dressed and looking composed and put together.
‘One day, I’ll make it so you can’t wait to get me all to yourself. I promise.’ Lambo said to himself as and I Pin met Haru-san at the front door for their evening out.
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