Reborn Drabbles (8059 challenge: Under the Bed)
Title: Oh right, that's what we were doing here
Author: anza
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 8059
Warnings: UH. NC-17, I reckon.
Notes: Written for the 8059 challenge prompt 23. UNDER THE BED. Haven't written Reborn stuff in 3 weeks, I feel all twitchy and had to write this at work. Ha.
( Idiot )
Author: anza
Fandom: Katekyou Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 8059
Warnings: UH. NC-17, I reckon.
Notes: Written for the 8059 challenge prompt 23. UNDER THE BED. Haven't written Reborn stuff in 3 weeks, I feel all twitchy and had to write this at work. Ha.
( Idiot )
"Thought it'd be more crowded in here," Gokudera mutters. Japanese houses are all perfectly balanced and organized but squished to the point of claustrophobic - Yamamoto's room is much the same. As Yamamoto slowly drags him out from under the bed by his heels, he lazily snags a passing box on the way.
Lying there on the hardwood floor (still naked), he reachs inside curiously, hand finding plastic and paper. Of course, he thinks, baseball cards, he's a baseball nut and shows it -
But it's not. It's significantly larger than a baseball card. And as he increduously pulls the rest of the shiny cover into view - 8059, the repasted title reads - Yamamoto takes that moment to finish pulling up his boxers and look over at what he's doing -
- snatching it from his hand. Another grab attempts to reach the box, but Gokudera is quicker and catches one end before it can fly out of reach. And there they stand, post-coital bliss completely gone cold, yanking at the box at both ends and staring at each other intently. All they needed, really, were some clothes, some guns, and some tumbleweeds to make it complete.
"What. Was. That.," Gokudera warns lowly, eyes burning from the cover - that position was impossible, it had to be photoshopped - and what that cover might mean. And when he'd reached in the box had been almost full - he didn't even want to think about it. Was it all full of that crap? Oh it was drawn, no doubt, he'd never walked into the doujinshi section of a bookstore but he sure as hell didn't live with his head in a hole in the ground since he'd come here. The girls looked at them often enough, comparing pairings from this one or that, but still -
- the two on the cover looked catastrophically, devastatingly exactly like the two of them.
"Nothing," Yamamoto presses firmly, tugging forward towards his end while Gokudera snaps back to attention. "It's just my burnable trash bin -"
"You have porn?! GAY porn?! Of -," and here Gokudera dives his other hand into the box and pulls out an even larger one, bright pink with ohmygod those were toys and a title that had once been girly and - he hated to say it! - yaoi pasted over, once again, with white-and-blue numbers, "8059".
He did NOT want to know. Oh hell, he definitely did not ever...
"You pasted over his name with mine. You seriously crossed it out and taped our names on the cover instead." Not a question. Plain statement of fact; pairing names are pasted over with computer printouts too, bold orange letters this time, so bright they're making his eyes bleed. "Y-you went to a bookstore and found a pairing in that wide world of Japanese anime you'd have to use a submarine to dive into that somehow looks like us, and..."
"No, I did no such thing. These are just things I was about to throw away," and Yamamoto is grinning very very hesitantly now, still tugging at the box -
All at once Gokudera yanks hard, and then launches the box of ABOMINABLE SIN in the next second at Yamamoto's head. It hits spectacularly, rare silver collections and multicolored B5s still in their plastic colors flying up in the air before landing around and on their owner. Gokudera breathes hard - and he's still naked, dammit, his clothes are on the other side next to the door and oh how his fingers itch for his dynamite why was it that Yamamoto always caught him at these most vulnerable moments in his life? "You - you - !" He can't even get the rest of the words out.
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...well, so there. He can be patient enough to regain his clothes and his dynamite, and blow up his lover somewhere where he won't trouble nice Yamamoto-san who occasionally gave him free sushi.
"Should I...," and here Gokudera's hackles rise again, because the baseball nut was going to be stupid and say something like Here, let's read together!. But instead, the question continues:
"Should I throw them out after all?"
And damn if those aren't puppy-eyes. Gokudera has no idea how much these things are - he doesn't want to know he doesn't want to know where in the world had Yamamoto found a pairing that looked exactly like them? Popular enough to get fan-drawn together, even? - but it does look like they mean something to the swordsman. The 10th was always telling him that Yamamoto is one of them, a Guardian with a Ring, and it really would be best if he could do his duty on the living side of life -
- but sometimes, he wishes he could just kill Yamamoto once. Just to satisfy his homicidal imaginings.
But first, he is curious. And it's also goddamn Yamamoto's birthday.
"What the hell are you doing with these anyway?" He tries to make it casual (as if it could be), but Yamamoto lifts his head anyway from where he's been slumped against the bookcase, a little life returning to his eyes.
"Before...," and here the swordsman waves a vague hand to indicate them, the lack of distance between them now as compared to the past, "...I told you I liked you a long time before, didn't I?"
"So -," and all those weird imaginings are dancing gleefully in his head now, mocking his crude suspicions, "so...you jerked off to them or something?"
He watches as Yamamoto opens his mouth to reply something obviously blithely honest again, before taking a cue from Gokudera and shutting his mouth, looking into his lap instead. Giant red letters burst violently into view from the cover of a flimsy booklet there: "冬の初恋"(Fuyu no Hatsukoi, Winter's First Love). Gokudera can't help but snort at the cheesiness.
"I was going to throw them out," Yamamoto repeats, hands starting to gather the books around him. Gokudera feels a little bit as if he were his sister and he'd just found his own porn stash, he can't help but snicker at the whole thing. They throw the books back into the box; Gokudera watches, still trying not to grin too hard in the baseball-doujinshi-nut's presence. He notices, though, that Yamamoto hesitates before putting some of them in the box. Then he takes a quick glance at the other, and starts at the seriousness of that face, staring down into the box, not meeting his at all.
Yamamoto closes the box deftly and stands up, still not looking at him. "I'll be right back," he says, box clutched in his arms, and turns to open the door -
Gokudera doesn't know why but he holds him back by the back of his boxers, elastic snapping back into place as Yamamoto shuffles to face him, confused. You'd better be glad it's your birthday, idiot. Any other time and I wouldn't be letting you off like this.
"Just put them somewhere I'll never find them." And the smile returns full force as Yamamoto opens a low drawer, shuffles some papers, and sticks the box perfectly into the little niche there before shutting it. Then he stands up again and wordlessly offer Gokudera his shirt and pants, grinning.
Gokudera takes them, mind spinning. Second drawer to the left, huh. Now it's just a matter of finding a time when both Yamamoto-san and his idiot son are both out of the house.
Well, he IS curious.
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*COMMENTED TOO EARLY*
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LOL!!!
Wah! I fear the day Gokudera ever finds my 8059 dj stash. O_O *hides 'em*
XDDDD
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I felt the omake was kinda weird. I did take some time to read it and reread it (certain spelling mistakes jump out at me...), but in the end I'm still discouraged. In the end I really do suck at humor - it's so forced when I write it. *despair! headdesk*
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I can totally see him doing that. Stealin Yama's dj. 8D Good stuff. XD
Spelling mistakes happens, s'oki s'oki. I make 'em all the time. 8D Don't be discouraged. ;D
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Er, off subject. Ugh I read it a 5th time and I still feel I suck at humor >.>
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That would have been hot. 8D Yeah, that's true. LOL. Porn is porn no matter how you look at it. XD
Nah. Your humour is fine. :D
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THAT WAS EPIC
XD
omg Yama's in for it
*hides him in my closet* *_*
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Yama's only good in the closet if you lock Gokudera in after him. Without the self-lighting dynamite.
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XD!
*Imagines*
"Takeshi! Dinner time!"
Yamamoto- *steps out of closet and onto the bed*
Bed- *Tied up Gokudera*
XD *gets hit*
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Mmmm, them in a closet. But I think I've written enough quick-and-fast smut for one day. Have a shameless plug for the slower smut I wrote three weeks ago and haven't posted until now.
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