Exchanged Ficlets
Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Pairing: 8059, 5980 (and their TYL! counterparts =D)
Rating: G-R
Word Count: Too lazy to go through each one... |D;;;
Worksafe: Yes, and no. The eighth ficlet is NSFW, so you have been forewarned.
Warnings: See above, and OOCness. T_T
Authors' Notes: Right, so! Welcome to the fic!binge everyone :3 Basically, we (ravenlock_3 and meggyeggy1024) gave each other prompts and then wrote ficbits on those prompts They are below (titled with the prompt) for your reading pleasure. HOWEVER (!), if you, in your comment, guess the author of each ficbit correctly, WE'LL EACH WRITE ONE FOR YOU. We each wrote four ficbits out of the eight below and that's your only hint Please enjoy because we had a lot of fun writing these up :3 (And plz to be writing more 5980)
TYL!5980; Ballroom Dancing
Rating: G
"What's wrong? Did something happen? Why couldn't you report it over the headset?" Gokudera, dressed (distractingly well) in his custom tailored Armani suit, demanded in the anteroom just off the north end of Vongola Manor's grand ballroom. Soft ballads from the live band playing for Tsuna and Kyouko-chan's first wedding anniversary permeated the side room where Gokudera found Yamamoto.
The taller man sauntered over and put his hands on his lover's waist. "Maa, maa, Hayato, after watching everyone else all night, I just wanted a dance with my own special someone." With a grin and a wink, Yamamoto swayed their bodies to the soft music coming from the other room.
"W-what are you doing, idiot?" No matter how long they'd been together, Gokudera still blushed at every overtly romantic gesture. "We're supposed to be protecting the Tenth!"
Yamamoto pulled his lover closer and said softly, "Half the family is in there protecting Tsuna and we've been watching everyone else for the last two hours. We can take five minutes for a dance."
"Che, you're such a woman sometimes, Takeshi." Despite his words, Gokudera put his arounds around his lover's waist, while Yamamoto obligingly moved his to Hayato's neck, where he played with the short, silver hairs. "We're together all of the time, we don't need this sentimental crap."
Nuzzling against Gokudera's soft hair, Yamamoto said, "Mm, maybe, but sometimes I like being just a normal couple."
"We're not normal people, moron."
"But isn't it nice, just like this?"
Uninterrupted, the music played around them, bodies so close Gokudera could hear Yamamoto's heartbeat echoing his own. Making only a token effort to move with the music, they danced slowly until the set ended. "It is nice."
•END•
8059; Yamamoto Eating Gokudera's Bread
Rating: G
Gokudera didn't know why he tolerated the idiot on days like these. Days when Reborn-san dragged the Tenth away for secret. He didn't know why he sat up there on the roof with him during lunch instead of finding some nice corner to smoke without getting bitten to death by Hibari. Though, really, getting bitten to death by Hibari was almost preferable to listening to the idiot go on and on about Baseball and sushi and other idiot-like things that he didn't care about. He'd been glaring at his melon bread for a good five minutes before the Baseball idiot finally got the point and shut up.
But since it was Yamamoto, Gokudera knew he couldn't trust the silence, so he dared a look up at Yamamoto whose gaze was now centered on his, Gokudera's, melon bread. "That must be really good, the way you're trying to savor it."
Torn between throwing his hands up in frustration at Yamamoto's idiocy and just leaving, Gokudera wasn't paying enough attention and the idiot managed to grab the wrist of his hand holding his bread. That the idiot was now taking a bite of.
"What the hell?! That's mine! You can't just eat other people's food!"
Wiping crumbs off his face, Yamamoto just ignored him and grinned. "That was good!"
•END•
TYL!5980; Pictures on Gokudera's Phone
Rating: PG
Death. Death was imminent.
So close, and palpable. His fingers were itching--groping at an invisible throat nearby him. Kill... destroy... Unfortunately, the only thing his fingers could wrap around was his cell phone, where the reason behind Gokudera's blood-lust lay.
He'd been about to dial Yamamoto's number so the sword master could come pick him up after this job (he never really used speed-dial despite having everything set up and ready to use), but when he flipped his phone open... it.... His greeting screen... it was....
Yamamoto.
In an open shirt showing off his chest and (rather nice, actually...) abs, and open slacks, making his dark boxer-briefs visible, and just hinting that he might be hiding something....
Gokudera had quickly dashed the feeling of amusement, letting it be overcome with anger. How dare that idiot take his phone and change his settings! He knew his phone had a camera, but he never had any use for it.... And for it to be used for this....
He quickly found the gallery, and scrolling through... Yamamoto sure did have a good time messing around! So many pictures taken--and how did he take them like this--?! Did he get someone to take the pictures--? Probably Haru... that stupid woman--! He was lucky she didn't change the language of his phone....
Despite being upset that his phone had been used for such... lewd reasons, Gokudera couldn't find it within him to hate the pictures. They were rather (dare he say it) sexy, and he found himself slightly ashamed to be turned on by such a small amount of skin being revealed like that. That one of Yamamoto on the bed with that towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his shoulders... and the one with his kimono open and his hakama just a little looser than normal....
Gokudera bit his lip, and quickly pressed the '3' on speed dial.
"Hello--?"
"You. Get here now."
"Ah, Gokudera--!"
"Now. Speed. I know the way to get to the closest (and cleanest...) hotel. You have less than ten minutes to get here."
Gokudera hung up the phone and pocketed it, jogging down the calletta and waiting near the main road.
•END•
5980; Yamamoto Sleeping on Gokudera
Rating: PG-13
Gokudera could easily register that Yamamoto was bigger than him: It was obvious; he was taller, much more athletic, and nowhere near as lean as himself. So... why was it that he was unable to register, even after several minutes of making out and a (particularly good...) blowjob, just how much heavier the younger man would be?! Granted it was muscle, but damn--! (Then again, Yamamoto usually put those muscles to good work....)
Yamamoto had decided to fall asleep on him, snoring and everything. And while asleep, Yamamoto couldn't do much about how much weight he was applying to Gokudera's body--chest in particular. He was beginning to find it hard to breathe.
If he'd just... wriggle down a little bit... so that maybe just that empty skull of his was on his chest... it'd lighten the load. Gokudera tried pressing down on his shoulders; it helped a little. Except Yamamoto's chin caught on Gokudera's shoulder. That'd been easily remedied, and finally his head rested upon his chest. The weight was relieved (the idiot's brain was pretty nonexistant, afterall), and Gokudera could relax.
But then he started snoring.
"Oh, hell no. No way are you snoring--I'll never get any sleep--!"
Gokudera went to kick him off, but his skin touched a cold bit of sheet, and Gokudera realized just how warm and comfortable he was with his Yama-Space-Heater on top of him. But then Gokudera felt a bit of drool leak onto him. He was a little disgusted for a minute, but then he remembered that he'd definitely had more... 'disgusting' bodily fluid on his skin before.
Yamamoto's arms began moving, wrapping as well as they could around Gokudera's torso, and a muttered, "Hayato..." reached Gokudera's ears. Despite all the Crimes Against Humanity Yamamoto had ever commited against Gokudera in the last five minutes, Yamamoto only loved Gokudera and was open about showing it to him.
Gokudera grinned, letting a hand nestle in Yamamoto's hair, and the other rest on Yamamoto's back.
•END•
59fem!80; First Kiss
Rating: PG
Yamamoto was too happy.
Way too happy. Even in her training. (No, he hadn't stopped by to peek; he wasn't a voyeur!) With her hair done up in a ponytail on top of her head (loose, and black strands were falling out), and her kimono sleeves dancing as she moved with her sword... it was hard not to get distracted. He went to turn away and hide from Bianchi some more, but when he completed his turn and opened his eyes, infront of him was Yamamoto.
"Ah, Gokudera-Kun--! How's your training been?" she asked. She took her hair out of the tie, letting it fall loose around her.
"Er... fine. You're in my way."
Well, she technically was....
She just offered up a trying grin, not really moving or doing anything. Gokudera supposed that deep down he didn't really mind. Yamamoto certainly didn't have a bad body, and with how she was wearing that kimono... with her, erm... breasts... binded down.... (Not that it helped too much....) Gokudera didn't have it in him to make her move, really.
"... Whatever," Gokudera muttered, and turned the other way. It took willpower, but... he did it.
"Ah, wait--! Gokudera-Kun...!"
Gokudera heard her feet start running on the tile and turned to see her coming after him. Unfortunately, Gokudera didn't side-step in time, and Yamamoto was bent at just the right angle, allowing their lips to crash against the other's when they collided.
They were frozen like that for a moment, almost scared about what had just happened, but when Yamamoto straightened, blush covering her face, fright left Gokudera, and he smirked.
"Um... that...! It wasn't really, you know--! I didn't mean to--!"
Gokudera shook his head. "Stop worrying about it; it's not like you can change the past--well... depending on how you look at it."
"Um... haha...?"
"Not really, but... to make it softer, I guess."
Gokudera stepped closer, kissing Yamamoto gently this time, and before he turned to walk away he tugged gently on a lock of her hair.
•END•
5980; Shooting Star
Rating: G
Yamamoto wasn't sure what spying on Tsuna and Sasagawa-chan's date had to do with the mafia game, but Gokudera had insisted that it was a mission of utmost importance, so he had just smiled and followed along. Pretty quickly he had realized that mission was just to "be there" and yet "not be there" at the same time so that Tsuna could have his date and still get away without calling it a "date" (which Tsuna seemed deathly afraid of doing.).
So, he and Gokudera had tagged along a good fifteen meters behind their friend all through Namimori's summer festival. Walking past the festive boths, Yamamoto explained the cultural elements behind the various masks and traditional snacks to his mostly Italian friend (even though Gokudera probably already knew, haha!). After a few hours of walking, snacking and simply "being present" the four of them ended up halfway up the grassy knoll in the middle of the park.
Relaxed, Yamamoto leaned back on his hands and looked up at the unusually clear night sky, trying to spot constellations he knew. (Or thought he knew, his astrology was poor and the one time he'd tried to point one out to Gokudera, the other had scowled and said "That's a winter constellation, dumbass.") Seemingly unable to sit still, Gokudera leaned back and forth, tilting his head this way and that, grumbling about how he couldn't hear anything Tsuna was saying to Sasagawa-chan.
"Haha! Just leave him be, Gokudera. He won't be able to confess if he knows you're listening. He's bashful like that."
"Shut up, idiot. You don't know anything doesn't take place on a baseball field."
Yamamoto laughed in response before grabbing Gokudera's shoulder and forcing him to lean back and enjoy the night sky. "Stop thinking about Tsuna. Just enjoy the- Oh! Look! A shooting star!" Laughing, Yamamoto closed his eyes and made a wish before looking over at Gokudera to see if he'd done the same (he hadn't. Gokudera had only turned his silver head to look Yamamoto in the eye).
"I don't need some stupid star to make my wishes come true, idiot." And then Gokudera leaned in to grant both of their wishes.
•END•
TYL!5980; Yamamoto's Bored and Bothers Gokudera Who's Reading
Rating: PG-13
The day had started dull--nothing exciting going on. They had the day off (finally, after three months without) and all Gokudera had decided to do was read a book. Yamamoto had tried to watch TV but go figure: There was no baseball on even after having bought almost all the extra sports channels (which had infuriated Gokudera to almost no end when he'd seen the cable bill and the addition of 20+ specialized channels). Gokudera sat in the large, leather, could-be-big-enough-for-two-but-with-the-way-he-threw-his-legs-over-the-arm-of-it-there-was-only-room-for-him chair, and Yamamoto was laying down and lounging on the couch almost bored out of his mind, and staring up at the white ceiling. He supposed he could go train, but it was his day off and he didn't want to be doing anything related to work. Training was one of those things. So, Yamamoto decided to start humming, 'Take Me Out to the Ball Game', even conducting himself with his hands and closing his eyes with a grin of tentative amusement. He was almost to, '... And I don't care if you ever get back,' when he heard Gokudera cough.
Yamamoto opened his eyes to find Gokudera staring at him: Glasses having slipped half-way down his nose, and his left eyebrow propped about half an inch higher than the right as if inquiring the reason for the sudden outbreak of Baseballitis.
"Ye--?"
"Do you mind?"
"Not really, no--"
"Too bad; now shut up. I'm reading."
"But I'm bored--!"
"And I'm supposed to care? Go hum your little anthem in the park, or zoo, or somewhere where people will care." Gokudera fixed his glasses, crossed his legs over the arm of the chair he occupied, swept his bangs out of his face, settled his book, and began reading once more.
Yamamoto might have been a bit put out if he wasn't used to Gokudera. But then... Gokudera should be used to him, too, right? It wasn't like they didn't live together, or basically grow up together, or mature together, and it wasn't like they weren't... you know.... 'Personal', or anything.
"... So. What are you reading?"
Gokudera's head fell back. (His hair was really nice like that, Yamamoto noticed.) He groaned and without doing much else replied with, "A book, Moron. What does it look like?"
"Haha! Come on. I know it's a book, but which book? What's the title?"
"How to Handle Baseball Idiots for Dummies."
"But it doesn't look like it. Doesn't that series have a yellow cover? Your book looks like it's bound in leather."
"Special edition."
"Seriously."
"I'm reading Wuthering Heights, are you happy, now?"
Yamamoto paused, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment. "Isn't that a girls' book?"
"And that stops it from being a good book? Not that you know how to read much more than the points in baseball."
"They're not points; they're homeruns," Yamamoto sighed, rolling off the couch to crouch at Gokudera's side.
Gokudera lifted his head up to stare blankly at Yamamoto. "... What?" It didn't sound like much of a question.
"I'm bored."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Make me un-bored."
"Make you un-bored..." Gokudera muttered. "That has got to be the most stupid phrase to have ever left your mouth. Don't ever speak again."
"But I'm bored, I have nothing to do--!"
"Then go jerk off to a dirty magazine, or some porno-flick! Don't bother me--! I was happy and content right here learning about Heathcliff!" Gokudera finished his sentence with a hit from his book to Yamamoto's cranium. It wasn't a hard hit; mostly a strong tap, but Yamamoto grabbed the book and set it aside. "W-what the hell! You lost my page--!"
"Haha, sorry...!" Yamamoto jumped up on top of Gokudera, smiling widely. "But I think I found a way to not be bored!"
Gokudera's gaze narrowed. "And just what did you find to do--?"
"Well, more like, I found something you can do."
"Read? I'd love to."
"No no no! You can do me."
Gokudera sat up as well as he could, his glasses settling awkwardly. "What--?!"
"You heard me!" Yamamoto insisted. His hands started working on getting Gokudera out of his tee-shirt, but it was proving to be difficult.
This might take some convincing.
•END•
TYL!5980; WRITE ME THE PR0NZ? =D;;
Rating: R
There were a lot of things Gokudera hated. Stupid allies, international flights, idiot soldati that felt the need to check his, the Tenth's Right Hand Man's credentials: and those were just the things piling up in the last two hours. Fortunately for the structural integrity of the Vongola Manor, there was one thing that could divert that anger into something less destructive. And that thing was sprawled, naked and drooling, across his bed. Idiot probably just took a shower and passed out.
The grin from the sight of Yamamoto sleeping transformed into a smirk once Hayato noticed the one part of his lover's body that happened to be awake. So, after hanging up his suit jacket and precious red silk tie (a gift from the Tenth), he climbed onto the bed and greeted Takeshi's erection with light kisses better suited for other body parts. It only took three long licks for the stupider brain to wake up and for Yamamoto to start laughing.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't laugh when someone's giving you a blow job!"
"You should have said "Hello" to my face first." Yamamoto pulled him up to the head of the bed by his shoulders and skipped past the casual "Welcome home" kisses and right into the tongue-in-cheek "Why are you still dressed?" kisses.
While Yamamoto twisted his hands in his hair to hold Gokudera's head in place, Hayato put his own to better use, rubbing a nipple here, tickling a muscle there... Before long, he had one hand skimming up and down Yamamoto's erection with teasing touches and the other sliding further between Takeshi's legs to slip in and- He jerked his hand back and shoved his lubricrant slicked fingers into his lover's panting face. "What is wrong with you?
Grinning like the stupid idiot he was, Yamamoto redirected Gokudera's hand to the fastenings on his pants. With half lidded eyes and voice far too husky, Yamamoto said, "Tsuna said you'd be back around now. I wanted to be prepared. (But then I fell asleep, haha!)."
"Prepared? You're a fucking insatiable pervert is what you are." But that didn't stop Gokudera from opening his pants as fast as possible with one hand. In record time (things usually stalled when the idiot started laughing), Gokudera pushed himself through Yamamoto's self-prepared (somewhat overly prepared) entrance. Of course, that also lead to Yamamoto coming faster than he had since they started having sex during the last year of middle school. That, coupled with the satisfied, sated look on Takeshi's face made him almost want to give his lover a black eye.
"Mmm, Hayato. You should go away more often. That was-"
Pulling out, Gokudera interrupted to murmur, "Get on your stomach, so I can finish saying 'Hello.'"
•END•
Pairing: 8059, 5980 (and their TYL! counterparts =D)
Rating: G-R
Word Count: Too lazy to go through each one... |D;;;
Worksafe: Yes, and no. The eighth ficlet is NSFW, so you have been forewarned.
Warnings: See above, and OOCness. T_T
Authors' Notes: Right, so! Welcome to the fic!binge everyone :3 Basically, we (ravenlock_3 and meggyeggy1024) gave each other prompts and then wrote ficbits on those prompts They are below (titled with the prompt) for your reading pleasure. HOWEVER (!), if you, in your comment, guess the author of each ficbit correctly, WE'LL EACH WRITE ONE FOR YOU. We each wrote four ficbits out of the eight below and that's your only hint Please enjoy because we had a lot of fun writing these up :3 (And plz to be writing more 5980)
TYL!5980; Ballroom Dancing
Rating: G
"What's wrong? Did something happen? Why couldn't you report it over the headset?" Gokudera, dressed (distractingly well) in his custom tailored Armani suit, demanded in the anteroom just off the north end of Vongola Manor's grand ballroom. Soft ballads from the live band playing for Tsuna and Kyouko-chan's first wedding anniversary permeated the side room where Gokudera found Yamamoto.
The taller man sauntered over and put his hands on his lover's waist. "Maa, maa, Hayato, after watching everyone else all night, I just wanted a dance with my own special someone." With a grin and a wink, Yamamoto swayed their bodies to the soft music coming from the other room.
"W-what are you doing, idiot?" No matter how long they'd been together, Gokudera still blushed at every overtly romantic gesture. "We're supposed to be protecting the Tenth!"
Yamamoto pulled his lover closer and said softly, "Half the family is in there protecting Tsuna and we've been watching everyone else for the last two hours. We can take five minutes for a dance."
"Che, you're such a woman sometimes, Takeshi." Despite his words, Gokudera put his arounds around his lover's waist, while Yamamoto obligingly moved his to Hayato's neck, where he played with the short, silver hairs. "We're together all of the time, we don't need this sentimental crap."
Nuzzling against Gokudera's soft hair, Yamamoto said, "Mm, maybe, but sometimes I like being just a normal couple."
"We're not normal people, moron."
"But isn't it nice, just like this?"
Uninterrupted, the music played around them, bodies so close Gokudera could hear Yamamoto's heartbeat echoing his own. Making only a token effort to move with the music, they danced slowly until the set ended. "It is nice."
•END•
8059; Yamamoto Eating Gokudera's Bread
Rating: G
Gokudera didn't know why he tolerated the idiot on days like these. Days when Reborn-san dragged the Tenth away for secret. He didn't know why he sat up there on the roof with him during lunch instead of finding some nice corner to smoke without getting bitten to death by Hibari. Though, really, getting bitten to death by Hibari was almost preferable to listening to the idiot go on and on about Baseball and sushi and other idiot-like things that he didn't care about. He'd been glaring at his melon bread for a good five minutes before the Baseball idiot finally got the point and shut up.
But since it was Yamamoto, Gokudera knew he couldn't trust the silence, so he dared a look up at Yamamoto whose gaze was now centered on his, Gokudera's, melon bread. "That must be really good, the way you're trying to savor it."
Torn between throwing his hands up in frustration at Yamamoto's idiocy and just leaving, Gokudera wasn't paying enough attention and the idiot managed to grab the wrist of his hand holding his bread. That the idiot was now taking a bite of.
"What the hell?! That's mine! You can't just eat other people's food!"
Wiping crumbs off his face, Yamamoto just ignored him and grinned. "That was good!"
•END•
TYL!5980; Pictures on Gokudera's Phone
Rating: PG
Death. Death was imminent.
So close, and palpable. His fingers were itching--groping at an invisible throat nearby him. Kill... destroy... Unfortunately, the only thing his fingers could wrap around was his cell phone, where the reason behind Gokudera's blood-lust lay.
He'd been about to dial Yamamoto's number so the sword master could come pick him up after this job (he never really used speed-dial despite having everything set up and ready to use), but when he flipped his phone open... it.... His greeting screen... it was....
Yamamoto.
In an open shirt showing off his chest and (rather nice, actually...) abs, and open slacks, making his dark boxer-briefs visible, and just hinting that he might be hiding something....
Gokudera had quickly dashed the feeling of amusement, letting it be overcome with anger. How dare that idiot take his phone and change his settings! He knew his phone had a camera, but he never had any use for it.... And for it to be used for this....
He quickly found the gallery, and scrolling through... Yamamoto sure did have a good time messing around! So many pictures taken--and how did he take them like this--?! Did he get someone to take the pictures--? Probably Haru... that stupid woman--! He was lucky she didn't change the language of his phone....
Despite being upset that his phone had been used for such... lewd reasons, Gokudera couldn't find it within him to hate the pictures. They were rather (dare he say it) sexy, and he found himself slightly ashamed to be turned on by such a small amount of skin being revealed like that. That one of Yamamoto on the bed with that towel wrapped around his waist and another draped over his shoulders... and the one with his kimono open and his hakama just a little looser than normal....
Gokudera bit his lip, and quickly pressed the '3' on speed dial.
"Hello--?"
"You. Get here now."
"Ah, Gokudera--!"
"Now. Speed. I know the way to get to the closest (and cleanest...) hotel. You have less than ten minutes to get here."
Gokudera hung up the phone and pocketed it, jogging down the calletta and waiting near the main road.
•END•
5980; Yamamoto Sleeping on Gokudera
Rating: PG-13
Gokudera could easily register that Yamamoto was bigger than him: It was obvious; he was taller, much more athletic, and nowhere near as lean as himself. So... why was it that he was unable to register, even after several minutes of making out and a (particularly good...) blowjob, just how much heavier the younger man would be?! Granted it was muscle, but damn--! (Then again, Yamamoto usually put those muscles to good work....)
Yamamoto had decided to fall asleep on him, snoring and everything. And while asleep, Yamamoto couldn't do much about how much weight he was applying to Gokudera's body--chest in particular. He was beginning to find it hard to breathe.
If he'd just... wriggle down a little bit... so that maybe just that empty skull of his was on his chest... it'd lighten the load. Gokudera tried pressing down on his shoulders; it helped a little. Except Yamamoto's chin caught on Gokudera's shoulder. That'd been easily remedied, and finally his head rested upon his chest. The weight was relieved (the idiot's brain was pretty nonexistant, afterall), and Gokudera could relax.
But then he started snoring.
"Oh, hell no. No way are you snoring--I'll never get any sleep--!"
Gokudera went to kick him off, but his skin touched a cold bit of sheet, and Gokudera realized just how warm and comfortable he was with his Yama-Space-Heater on top of him. But then Gokudera felt a bit of drool leak onto him. He was a little disgusted for a minute, but then he remembered that he'd definitely had more... 'disgusting' bodily fluid on his skin before.
Yamamoto's arms began moving, wrapping as well as they could around Gokudera's torso, and a muttered, "Hayato..." reached Gokudera's ears. Despite all the Crimes Against Humanity Yamamoto had ever commited against Gokudera in the last five minutes, Yamamoto only loved Gokudera and was open about showing it to him.
Gokudera grinned, letting a hand nestle in Yamamoto's hair, and the other rest on Yamamoto's back.
•END•
59fem!80; First Kiss
Rating: PG
Yamamoto was too happy.
Way too happy. Even in her training. (No, he hadn't stopped by to peek; he wasn't a voyeur!) With her hair done up in a ponytail on top of her head (loose, and black strands were falling out), and her kimono sleeves dancing as she moved with her sword... it was hard not to get distracted. He went to turn away and hide from Bianchi some more, but when he completed his turn and opened his eyes, infront of him was Yamamoto.
"Ah, Gokudera-Kun--! How's your training been?" she asked. She took her hair out of the tie, letting it fall loose around her.
"Er... fine. You're in my way."
Well, she technically was....
She just offered up a trying grin, not really moving or doing anything. Gokudera supposed that deep down he didn't really mind. Yamamoto certainly didn't have a bad body, and with how she was wearing that kimono... with her, erm... breasts... binded down.... (Not that it helped too much....) Gokudera didn't have it in him to make her move, really.
"... Whatever," Gokudera muttered, and turned the other way. It took willpower, but... he did it.
"Ah, wait--! Gokudera-Kun...!"
Gokudera heard her feet start running on the tile and turned to see her coming after him. Unfortunately, Gokudera didn't side-step in time, and Yamamoto was bent at just the right angle, allowing their lips to crash against the other's when they collided.
They were frozen like that for a moment, almost scared about what had just happened, but when Yamamoto straightened, blush covering her face, fright left Gokudera, and he smirked.
"Um... that...! It wasn't really, you know--! I didn't mean to--!"
Gokudera shook his head. "Stop worrying about it; it's not like you can change the past--well... depending on how you look at it."
"Um... haha...?"
"Not really, but... to make it softer, I guess."
Gokudera stepped closer, kissing Yamamoto gently this time, and before he turned to walk away he tugged gently on a lock of her hair.
•END•
5980; Shooting Star
Rating: G
Yamamoto wasn't sure what spying on Tsuna and Sasagawa-chan's date had to do with the mafia game, but Gokudera had insisted that it was a mission of utmost importance, so he had just smiled and followed along. Pretty quickly he had realized that mission was just to "be there" and yet "not be there" at the same time so that Tsuna could have his date and still get away without calling it a "date" (which Tsuna seemed deathly afraid of doing.).
So, he and Gokudera had tagged along a good fifteen meters behind their friend all through Namimori's summer festival. Walking past the festive boths, Yamamoto explained the cultural elements behind the various masks and traditional snacks to his mostly Italian friend (even though Gokudera probably already knew, haha!). After a few hours of walking, snacking and simply "being present" the four of them ended up halfway up the grassy knoll in the middle of the park.
Relaxed, Yamamoto leaned back on his hands and looked up at the unusually clear night sky, trying to spot constellations he knew. (Or thought he knew, his astrology was poor and the one time he'd tried to point one out to Gokudera, the other had scowled and said "That's a winter constellation, dumbass.") Seemingly unable to sit still, Gokudera leaned back and forth, tilting his head this way and that, grumbling about how he couldn't hear anything Tsuna was saying to Sasagawa-chan.
"Haha! Just leave him be, Gokudera. He won't be able to confess if he knows you're listening. He's bashful like that."
"Shut up, idiot. You don't know anything doesn't take place on a baseball field."
Yamamoto laughed in response before grabbing Gokudera's shoulder and forcing him to lean back and enjoy the night sky. "Stop thinking about Tsuna. Just enjoy the- Oh! Look! A shooting star!" Laughing, Yamamoto closed his eyes and made a wish before looking over at Gokudera to see if he'd done the same (he hadn't. Gokudera had only turned his silver head to look Yamamoto in the eye).
"I don't need some stupid star to make my wishes come true, idiot." And then Gokudera leaned in to grant both of their wishes.
•END•
TYL!5980; Yamamoto's Bored and Bothers Gokudera Who's Reading
Rating: PG-13
The day had started dull--nothing exciting going on. They had the day off (finally, after three months without) and all Gokudera had decided to do was read a book. Yamamoto had tried to watch TV but go figure: There was no baseball on even after having bought almost all the extra sports channels (which had infuriated Gokudera to almost no end when he'd seen the cable bill and the addition of 20+ specialized channels). Gokudera sat in the large, leather, could-be-big-enough-for-two-but-with-the-way-he-threw-his-legs-over-the-arm-of-it-there-was-only-room-for-him chair, and Yamamoto was laying down and lounging on the couch almost bored out of his mind, and staring up at the white ceiling. He supposed he could go train, but it was his day off and he didn't want to be doing anything related to work. Training was one of those things. So, Yamamoto decided to start humming, 'Take Me Out to the Ball Game', even conducting himself with his hands and closing his eyes with a grin of tentative amusement. He was almost to, '... And I don't care if you ever get back,' when he heard Gokudera cough.
Yamamoto opened his eyes to find Gokudera staring at him: Glasses having slipped half-way down his nose, and his left eyebrow propped about half an inch higher than the right as if inquiring the reason for the sudden outbreak of Baseballitis.
"Ye--?"
"Do you mind?"
"Not really, no--"
"Too bad; now shut up. I'm reading."
"But I'm bored--!"
"And I'm supposed to care? Go hum your little anthem in the park, or zoo, or somewhere where people will care." Gokudera fixed his glasses, crossed his legs over the arm of the chair he occupied, swept his bangs out of his face, settled his book, and began reading once more.
Yamamoto might have been a bit put out if he wasn't used to Gokudera. But then... Gokudera should be used to him, too, right? It wasn't like they didn't live together, or basically grow up together, or mature together, and it wasn't like they weren't... you know.... 'Personal', or anything.
"... So. What are you reading?"
Gokudera's head fell back. (His hair was really nice like that, Yamamoto noticed.) He groaned and without doing much else replied with, "A book, Moron. What does it look like?"
"Haha! Come on. I know it's a book, but which book? What's the title?"
"How to Handle Baseball Idiots for Dummies."
"But it doesn't look like it. Doesn't that series have a yellow cover? Your book looks like it's bound in leather."
"Special edition."
"Seriously."
"I'm reading Wuthering Heights, are you happy, now?"
Yamamoto paused, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment. "Isn't that a girls' book?"
"And that stops it from being a good book? Not that you know how to read much more than the points in baseball."
"They're not points; they're homeruns," Yamamoto sighed, rolling off the couch to crouch at Gokudera's side.
Gokudera lifted his head up to stare blankly at Yamamoto. "... What?" It didn't sound like much of a question.
"I'm bored."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
"Make me un-bored."
"Make you un-bored..." Gokudera muttered. "That has got to be the most stupid phrase to have ever left your mouth. Don't ever speak again."
"But I'm bored, I have nothing to do--!"
"Then go jerk off to a dirty magazine, or some porno-flick! Don't bother me--! I was happy and content right here learning about Heathcliff!" Gokudera finished his sentence with a hit from his book to Yamamoto's cranium. It wasn't a hard hit; mostly a strong tap, but Yamamoto grabbed the book and set it aside. "W-what the hell! You lost my page--!"
"Haha, sorry...!" Yamamoto jumped up on top of Gokudera, smiling widely. "But I think I found a way to not be bored!"
Gokudera's gaze narrowed. "And just what did you find to do--?"
"Well, more like, I found something you can do."
"Read? I'd love to."
"No no no! You can do me."
Gokudera sat up as well as he could, his glasses settling awkwardly. "What--?!"
"You heard me!" Yamamoto insisted. His hands started working on getting Gokudera out of his tee-shirt, but it was proving to be difficult.
This might take some convincing.
•END•
TYL!5980; WRITE ME THE PR0NZ? =D;;
Rating: R
There were a lot of things Gokudera hated. Stupid allies, international flights, idiot soldati that felt the need to check his, the Tenth's Right Hand Man's credentials: and those were just the things piling up in the last two hours. Fortunately for the structural integrity of the Vongola Manor, there was one thing that could divert that anger into something less destructive. And that thing was sprawled, naked and drooling, across his bed. Idiot probably just took a shower and passed out.
The grin from the sight of Yamamoto sleeping transformed into a smirk once Hayato noticed the one part of his lover's body that happened to be awake. So, after hanging up his suit jacket and precious red silk tie (a gift from the Tenth), he climbed onto the bed and greeted Takeshi's erection with light kisses better suited for other body parts. It only took three long licks for the stupider brain to wake up and for Yamamoto to start laughing.
"What the hell is wrong with you?! You don't laugh when someone's giving you a blow job!"
"You should have said "Hello" to my face first." Yamamoto pulled him up to the head of the bed by his shoulders and skipped past the casual "Welcome home" kisses and right into the tongue-in-cheek "Why are you still dressed?" kisses.
While Yamamoto twisted his hands in his hair to hold Gokudera's head in place, Hayato put his own to better use, rubbing a nipple here, tickling a muscle there... Before long, he had one hand skimming up and down Yamamoto's erection with teasing touches and the other sliding further between Takeshi's legs to slip in and- He jerked his hand back and shoved his lubricrant slicked fingers into his lover's panting face. "What is wrong with you?
Grinning like the stupid idiot he was, Yamamoto redirected Gokudera's hand to the fastenings on his pants. With half lidded eyes and voice far too husky, Yamamoto said, "Tsuna said you'd be back around now. I wanted to be prepared. (But then I fell asleep, haha!)."
"Prepared? You're a fucking insatiable pervert is what you are." But that didn't stop Gokudera from opening his pants as fast as possible with one hand. In record time (things usually stalled when the idiot started laughing), Gokudera pushed himself through Yamamoto's self-prepared (somewhat overly prepared) entrance. Of course, that also lead to Yamamoto coming faster than he had since they started having sex during the last year of middle school. That, coupled with the satisfied, sated look on Takeshi's face made him almost want to give his lover a black eye.
"Mmm, Hayato. You should go away more often. That was-"
Pulling out, Gokudera interrupted to murmur, "Get on your stomach, so I can finish saying 'Hello.'"
•END•