AN: This story is rated mature for a reason. There's no porn, however - I went for odd sentences instead of full scenes to hopefully give some sense of what's happening without being too 's an experiment, and if you don't think it works, let me know. (I have no way of telling whether it works for other people because I already know what's going on.)

Also, this is about as realistic a depiction of prostitution as the source material is a realistic depiction of the mafia (and that's really not meant as a slam against the source material).

Finally, the plan is to have all the guardians end up with Tsuna, not one main pairing overshadow the rest. So if you don't like poly-Tsuna, don't read this.

...Oh, wait. I should also mention how bad I am at finishing stories once I've started them. If you hate discontinued or permanent hiatus, you should probably avoid everything I write.

Sky snuggled into his pile of cushions, watching the door through half-closed eyes. He'd been promised his first ever Visitor today. He'd been instructed to welcome them and give them whatever they needed from him.

The door opened. Sky perked up, anticipation warming his stomach. He smiled at the dark-haired boy who stood in the doorway. "Hello. I'm Sky. Want to come in?"

The boy blinked, then laughed. "Hahaha, sure! Thank you." He smiled as he came into the room.

Sky felt his own smile falter. "Visitor-san, why are you forcing yourself to smile?"

The false smile dropped for a look of honest shock. "What do you mean?"

"You don't have to be here, Visitor-san," Sky continued, feeling as though something in his chest was pushing the words out, "and you don't have to pretend anything here. If you're sad, you can be sad. I don't want Visitor-san to force himself to look happy unless he is happy."

Visitor-san stared at him, speechless, then let himself slump a little with relief. "I... kinda don't know what I'm meant to do now," he admitted quietly.

Sky shrugged and smiled. "Whatever Visitor-san wants!" He sat up and held out a hand. "You could take your clothes off and come snuggle into the cushions with me. They're really comfortable."

Visitor-san looked puzzled and uncomfortable, and for a moment Sky worried that he'd done something wrong. Then he grinned again, unbuttoning his shirt. "Really comfortable? Guess I'll have to try them and see!"

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Takeshi couldn't quite believe what was happening. He'd really screwed up at practice, badly enough to make him think that just maybe his god-of-baseball-given talents had deserted him, and while he was wandering around town he'd seen a window with a discreet notice saying WE MIGHT HAVE WHAT YOU NEED. He'd walked in out of curiousity, searching for a distraction from his worries.

He had no idea why he hadn't left the moment he realised it was a brothel. No idea why he'd let the masked host guide him to this door. No idea why he'd opened it, instead of leaving, after the host left him with a calm assurance that he'd only be charged if he entered the room.

He also had no idea why he was following Sky's suggestion of getting naked and snuggling, but here he was cuddling up to a - a prostitute who was only around his age.

Sky gave a happy little sigh and laid his head on Takeshi's shoulder. "Do you want to talk?"

Takeshi stared at him. The words on the sign flashed through his mind again: WE MIGHT HAVE WHAT YOU NEED. How did Sky know that what he needed was to talk to someone who wouldn't judge him for it?

He hugged Sky as he tried to put what he was feeling into words. It was weird, snuggling with another guy, but he thought he might like it. "I've never been too good at school stuff. Never needed to be, 'cause I'm good at baseball so I get a sports scholarship... except lately I've been screwing up in our games, and if I'm not good at baseball then I'm not good at anything. So, I've been kind of worried about that. And Dad needs help at the shop - it's a sushi place - so I can't really afford to put extra time in practicing, but if I keep getting worse then -"

Sky kissed him on the lips. Takeshi blinked at him, surprise blocking out his building panic.

"Visitor-san doesn't need to panic. I'm sure there are professional players who have bad days, too, and they come back, so Visitor-san just needs to keep going till he gets out of this bad patch. Right?"

Takeshi's lips twisted. "But what if I don't get out of it before our next big game?"

A tiny line appeared between Sky's eyebrows. "Visitor-san, baseball is a team game, right?"

Takeshi blinked at him, and nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"So Visitor-san isn't the only person playing on his team, right? So there are more people to win the game than just Visitor-san."

Takeshi sighed. "I guess..."

Sky seemed to realise that he didn't agree. "Visitor-san." Warm brown eyes held Takeshi's. "Even if the game is lost, you have people who want you to be happy. - And I mean really happy, not pretending-to-be-happy!" he added hastily.

"Yeah. Sure."

Sky ducked his head, pouting thoughtfully. "Visitor-san... would you like me to try to help you be happy? I want you to be happy."

"Why? Because I'm a customer?"

Takeshi's eyes widened as soon as he asked the question, but before he could apologise for it Sky replied, "Visitor-san is my first visitor. That makes Visitor-san special to me. And I can tell Visitor-san doesn't deserve to be so unhappy, so I want to make Visitor-san feel better."

"Yeah? How?" Takeshi asked, a strange mixture of nerves and interest bubbling in his stomach.

Sky smiled sweetly, with a touch of mischief. "I'm sure we can think of something..."

...Kissing was good, Takeshi decided, he liked kissing.

...Takeshi had to grin at how cute Sky looked with his cheeks flushed and his eyes dazed.

...Sky snuggled deeper into Takeshi's arms as they both panted. Takeshi let his head fall back. "Man. I can't believe my first time was with a guy."