Hey guys, remember me?

I just want to say thanks to everyone who read the first chapter, participated in the poll I posted a month back, left a review, favorited and followed, etc. You guys are awesome, and so patient. Life's been kicking my ass, what with college and working part-time, so I've barely had time to write anything. But now I have some time to myself, and like I promised (and what you voted for), here is the newest chapter of Sinful Pastime!

I don't own KHR in any way, shape, or form.

Sinful Pastime

Chapter 2

Get Out of the House!

"The power of Christ compels you!" Tsuna shrieked as he had somehow reached under his pillow and produced a silver cross attached to a chain. Still, the man lying comfortably in his bed did not stir. Tsuna yelled the same words once more, only louder. He didn't care if he was waking up the entire neighborhood; he wanted this 'vampire' out of his bed! His second attempt, however, awoke the sleeping beauty.

A well manicured hand shot up to cover Tsuna's string of exorcism attempts (which were failing miserably), fiery orange irises locking onto his caramel colored ones.

"Please calm yourself, Tsunayoshi-kun," he spoke calmly, his velvety voice leaving behind a hint of an Italian accent.

Tsuna's eyes widened considerably in shock. This guy can speak Japanese!? Wait, when the hell did he learn how? But a more prominent feeling swept over the boy that wasn't his new friend's acquisition of his native language: the feeling of anger.

He forcibly shoved the older man out of his bed, his landing causing a loud clatter.

"How'd you get in here? Why are you in my bed? And don't tell me to calm down, especially when the same person who's in my bed did that…" Tsuna found himself stopping mid-rant. What exactly had he meant when he said "that"? Had he meant the whole midnight snack thing or a seemingly harmless kiss he received that did not bother Tsuna in the least, not at all?

His face turned bright red at the mere thought.

"Did that? What exactly did I do?" a smug voice originating from the foot of his bed asked. Great, now he was being coaxed into admitting that he remembered that night. No fucking chance.

"Shut up shut up shut up!" the brunette yelled, ripping the garlic from his neck and brandishing it at the offending vampire, who actually hissed in disgust and covered his nose with his cloak.

"Tsunayoshi-kun, would you please put that thing away please? It has quite a putrid odor."

Tsuna actually had to blink at that statement. "Pardon me?"

"My kind are…very sensitive to many stimuli, including touch, sight, and hearing, so in short, the garlic is very disturbing. Oh, and your mother is heading this way as we speak."

All the brunette could do in response to this information was stare in shock for three good reasons. One: The man openly admitted to being a vampire. Two: Garlic doesn't affect them like it does in the movies. It just smelt a hundred times worse to them. And probably the most important fact of all, three: His mother was going to walk into his room and find him with an older man, who happened to be both unnaturally beautiful and a vampire.

The world literally just went to shit.

Footsteps were already audible a few meters away from the door. "Tsu-kun, are you

alright in there? You're screaming an awful lot," came the motherly voice of Nana.

The teen's eyes wandered around the room, looking for anything to pin the noise on. His eyes landed satisfactorily on the small TV propped on his desk.

"It's the TV, Mom! Sorry, I'll turn it down." He rolled his eyes when the vampire tried to suppress a fit of laughter.

"Alright, if you say so." She didn't sound convinced, though she did change the subject. "Hurry up, Gokudera-kun and Yamamoto-kun will be arriving soon to come get you, so be ready soon."

Tsuna froze. With all that happened with the last 12 hours or so, he had completely forgotten today was Monday, a school day! "O-okay, I'll be down soon." He could then hear the sound of his mother's footsteps padding down the stairs; he breathed a sigh of relief. Crisis…partially averted. The teen turned his attention back to the foreigner sitting on his floor.

"I want answers," he finally said, his voice quivering ever so slightly.

The man gave him a warm smile, one that was way too dazzling at this time in the morning. "Ask away, my little lion."

Tsuna flushed at his newly acquired nickname, but began his interrogation. "Who are you, and are you really a vampire?"

The man's pale lips curled into another smile, which in turn made Tsuna feel uneasy. "I'm glad you asked." He rose, a little too suddenly for Tsuna's tastes, and stalked silently back to the bed on which the boy sat. The smile had morphed into a predatory grin. Tsuna backed up instantly, but experienced déjà vu the moment he hit the wall behind him. The boy made a mental note to take his anger and frustrations out on walls in the near future.

By now the blond had crawled onto the bed and was towering over Tsuna's body with ease, exactly the way he had done so last night in the back alley. Instead of continuing where he left off, he took Tsuna's soft, delicate hand in his and caressed it lovingly. His touch was feathery and light, making the boy nervous from the sudden tenderness that was being lavished upon him.

"I am known as Giotto Vongola, of the Vongola vampire clan. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, my dearest Tsunayoshi." The blond man, now known as Giotto, raised their intertwined hands and firmly pressed his lips against the younger male's hand.

Tsuna yelped in surprise and yanked his hand back, clutching it to his chest. His heart was racing a mile a minute, but it wasn't just because he was face-to-face with his greatest fear since childhood. There was something else that was stirring in his heart, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it…

Giotto cocked his head to the side. "What is the next question that I may answer?"

Tsuna's eyes snapped back to the vampire. He was still towering above him, smiling superiorly. Tsuna didn't like it, but now wasn't the time for envy. He still had a mountain of questions to ask. "How did you get in my room? And how the heck are you speaking Japanese?"

The immortal foreigner blinked in confusion. "Is it not obvious? I used the window; by the way, you should fix the locks. They're faulty." He then pointed behind himself. Tsuna peered over the other's shoulder to a pile of books scattered in the far corner if his room. "I learnt Japanese from those. I already had an understanding of the language before I came to the country from my own personal tutor, and I've been picking up on things when I venture out at night. But those books of yours explain everything in a more precise manner. I must thank you, my little lion."

The doe-eyed boy gaped at the pile of literature and long forgotten grammar books from when he was a child still learning how to read. There must have been over 30 books! "You read all of those in one night!?"

"Yes," Giotto nodded, beaming like a child being praised by his mother. It was almost…cute. Tsunayoshi slapped himself mentally; vampires weren't cute or handsome! They were evil, fiendish creatures of the night, and would feast on him the moment his guard was down…just like that poor helpless woman the night before. It was all coming back to him now: the screams of the victim, the images of Giotto covered in her blood, the woman's limp figure in his arms. Tsuna's hands fisted the bed sheets, knuckles paling as he applied more pressure fueled by his anger.

"How could you…how could to hurt that poor woman? What gives you the right to decide who gets eaten and who doesn't!?" Now she's dead and it's your fault!" He realized he was shouting again, but he didn't care.

The pleasant smile had long since disappeared from the blond's face. "Why should you care? You never knew her, so she is of little value to you." His usually friendly but playful gaze had morphed into something a lot more colder, more daring…and more dangerous.

Tsuna faltered for a moment, but bounced back with a statement Giotto should have seen coming a mile away.

"Because she's human, and she probably had a family waiting for her to get home…" he could feel his voice trailing off quietly, a large lump slowly forming in his throat. He swallowed thickly. "Get out…"

The blond furrowed his eyebrows quizzically. "Excuse me?"

It was then that Tsuna chose to challenge Giotto's authority by pushing the older man away from him, and standing in his own two feet. "I said get out. I don't even know why you're here, or what you want with me, just get out my room, out of my house, and out of my life!"

Tsuna hastily grabbed his school uniform from the back of his chair and stomped out of his own room, leaving the vampire staring towards the door. A faint smile graced his pale lips.

"He's perfect. I have to have him."

XOXOXOXO

"Where is he where is he WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?!" growled a young red-headed man as he paced around the dark parlor.

"Haha, you know how Giotto can be, G. He's safe, and keeping out of the sun. He'll be home by sundown," said Asari, who was busy cleaning his short swords with great delicacy.

"And how can you be so sure, Asari?"

The dark haired man shrugged. "It's just a strong feeling I have. He is our Boss, after all. He wouldn't do anything that would endanger himself or the whole clan."

"Maybe he was out having too much fun last night and before he knew it, it was sunrise. Though, I don't blame him; humans at night are so…frisky."

G. pivoted on his heel to face the source of the voice. Daemon Spade was sitting on the dark leather upholstery that was a sofa, cross-legged with his boots still on his feet (the bastard), inspecting his oh-so fabulous fingernails with an amused smirk on his face.

"Don't compare our Boss to yourself, Spade. Unlike you, Giotto's got some dignity left in his unbeating heart."

The master illusionist sucked in a sharp breath, obviously feigning his hurt. "Oh G., please don't say such insults. You're breaking my poor little heart."

"…Didn't know you still had one in there."

"Come on you guys, let's all extremely calm down," spoke Knuckle. Like his comrade Asari, he kept the peace between the others when Giotto was out. G. brushed him off and went back to his pacing; behind him, he could hear a smug chuckle from the direction of the sofa.

"Speaking of which, where's Alaude?"

The kimono clad man laughed lightly. "Doing the smart thing: sleeping. Though I must say I'm in need of some myself." The immortal Japanese man stepped to his feet and stretched lazily. "I think I'll call it a night too. Don't stay up too late, you'll need your strength."

And with that, Asari withdrew himself from the conversation and exited the parlor with Knuckle, both looking forward to some well deserved rest. That left a very pissed off G. with an equally very smug Daemon Spade.

The tattooed man ran a hand through his fiery red locks. How could this have possibly happened? He remembered telling Lampo to keep an eye on Giotto, and what does the wimp do? Runs back to Vongola Manor to inform the other vampires of Giotto's "mysterious" disappearance. In his opinion, Lampo was a hunk of useless space (half of the time). But there came a time when the young lad was put to good use. This was, most definitely, one of those times.

"Lampo! Parlor, now!" the second-in-command bellowed.

Within seconds, the previously closed door now burst open, and a young man emerged between the double doors. The boy looked to be about 16, with forest green hair that stuck in clumps to his sweaty forehead. Splotches of dirt adorned his plain white dress shirt and black pants. Spade crinkled his nose at the mere sight of their young thrall.

"Yes Master, w-what can I-I-I do for you?" he stammered, clinging to the doorknob for support.

"As you may already be aware, our fearless leader is nowhere to be found. And as you can see, our…circumstances," the redhead nodded towards the curtained window to accentuate his point, "prevent us from searching for him ourselves."

Sighing in exasperation, Daemon Spade cut in. "In short, be a dear and go fetch him for us, hmmm?"

The green-haired boy's eyes widened considerably at the task set before him. "B-but I wouldn't have any idea of where to begin searching, with all due respect, Master."

G.'s eyes narrowed dangerously. "And whose fault is that, Lampo? Who was the person that was responsible for taking care of the Boss while he was out?"

Lampo knew the answers to those questions; he hung his head in shame and embarrassment. "My apologies, Master."

From the sofa, Daemon covertly rolled his eyes. This was going nowhere fast and he was bored stiff. He needed some entertainment, and he knew of one way to attain it. "Lampo my dear, come here."

The young boy jumped visibly in his skin; Master Daemon is using his nice voice, he wants something from me again, was the message his brain was telling him. If he was talking to anyone else, his brain would be telling him to run and don't look back, but since he was sworn to serve the Vongola vampires, he had little choice in the matter. Cautiously, he left his position at the door and made his way to the center of the room where Daemon sat, positioning himself in front of the blue-haired vampire.

"How may I serve you today, Master?"

"Sit down first, Lampo," Daemon smiled. He did as he was told, and sat down next to the illusionist; not too far to invoke the man's anger, but not too close as to suggest intimacy. G., however, knew how the next few minutes would play out and averted his eyes to the curtained window that he couldn't look out of. This always happened when Daemon Spade was feeling sadistic, and nothing or no one could stop him until he was satisfied. That is, unless their name happened to be Giotto Vongola, who is currently MIA. Great, just fucking great, G. thought.

The moment Lampo's rear end hit the sofa, Daemon was literally on him in a flash. The smaller boy had been pushed onto his back with the vampire straddling his waist.

"I won't hurt you…much," he smirked, and leaned in closer to the boy's neck, his target. Immense fear danced across his features; this made Daemon smile even wider.

In no time flat, Lampo felt the familiar puncturing of his skin, and tried to stifle the gasp that was threatening to escape his mouth. Of course he had expected it to happen, but he was never fully prepared whenever it did. He could feel Daemon drink in the blood that was spilling from his open wound. Occasionally, a few stray drops of blood would escape the corner of the blue-haired vampire's mouth, and he would move his lips briefly to catch them with his tongue, making the green-haired boy shudder involuntarily. Soon enough, to Lampo's relief, the master illusionist's appetite was sated, and he unlatched his fangs from the young thrall's neck, but not before placing a light kiss against the afflicted area as if it could heal all the damage he'd done to him.

"You have until midnight tonight to find Primo," Daemon spoke as he sat up, still straddling the poor boy. "Or else your next punishment will be a little…rougher." He all but purred this last statement while roughly grinding his hips against the smaller's, enjoying the friction it created, and earned a strangled moan from his victim. "Do you understand?"

The boy was barely able to reply with a "yes sir" before he was shooed away by the master illusionist to clean himself up, all the while stumbling towards the door clumsily due to blood loss.

Daemon laughed darkly. G. rolled his eyes. "You're disgusting."

"Why, thank you," the blue-haired vampire smiled at his second-in-command's back, still licking the remnants of his breakfast off of his pale lips.

G. sighed in exasperation. Talking to Daemon Spade in the morning without sleep was like walking into direct sunlight: one, it wasn't a pleasant experience and would cause a slow and agonizing death, and two, why the fuck would he do it? It was fucking suicide. "I'm going to sleep."

"Pleasant dreams."

"Fuck you."

"Is that an invitation?"

The sound of the parlor door slamming gave Daemon Spade his answer.

"I'll take that as a maybe, then." And he went back to examining his fingernails, still licking his lips.

So here are the Vongola vamps! Minus Alaude. Daemon Spade is super horny. And a sadist. Yep.

And poor Lampo. Why do I enjoy torturing both him and Tsuna? I'M SO MEAN

Anywhoo, leave a review if you like where this is going, drop some ideas if you want, or just say hi. I'll try my best to respond this time, thought I won't promise anything :)