[FIC] Cross the Line - Part 4
Title: Cross the Line 4
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Drama, drama.
b. Gyuu this week has been crazy.
c. Enjoy ;)
Gokudera's eyes balked when he saw Haru waiting at the restaurant entrance in a beautiful, sequined dress. She first noticed the rain guardian and waved at Yamamoto cheerfully in greeting.
Gokudera scowled. “Why are you here, woman?” he said gruffly.
Upon finally noticing him, Haru paused a moment, looking at Yamamoto's neat attire, then at Gokudera. Her smile widened into a sly grin as she squealed internally to herself, “Aaaah Yamamoto way to go!”
The silverette growled, “What the fuck are you grinning for---?”
“Hehehe,” Haru giggled, “didn't you know---”
“---er, Gokudera, we're going to run late,” Yamamoto interrupted.
Gokudera frowned at him, feeling a little irritation that Haru and Yamamoto seemed to know something he didn't. He shrugged it off. It doesn't matter. He ignored the woman and headed toward the fancy, ivy covered entrance.
“Yamamoto? Gokudera?” A voice from behind them asked.
All three turned to see the Tenth generation boss peering at them in curiosity.
Gokudera's eyes widened. “T-tenth!”
“Ha-hii! You're here!” Haru squealed in excitement. She immediately latched onto Tsuna's arm.
“W-wait, Haru,” Tsuna stuttered. “I need to talk to you about something---.”
“I'm so excited, Tsuna-kuuunnn! Let's go in before our seats get given away.” She slowly dragged him toward the door.
“Um...er...” I can't reject her in front of everyone! Tsuna's mind screamed in panic.
“Stupid woman,” Gokudera spat. “He doesn't want to go.”
“What do you know?” Haru said pulling Tsuna's arm harder.
“I'm his right-hand man; of course I know,” Gokudera growled as he stepped toward Haru. “And stop manhandling the Tenth.”
Haru stuck her tongue out at him.
Yamamoto placed a hand on the silverette's shoulder. “Wait, Gokudera.”
Gokudera shivered from the contact of Yamamoto's hand on his shoulder. He roughly shook the other man off. “Don't touch me,” he snapped, then he stomped over and grabbed the Tenth's other arm.
Yamamoto eyes darkened for brief moment as he clenched his hand into a tight fist. He observed as the storm guardian aggressively fought in a ridiculous tug-of-war with their mafia boss versus a long-time friend.
It's always about Tsuna, isn't it? Yamamoto thought bitterly.
“Why don't you stay out of our business and go to your date?” Haru spat at the silver-haired man.
“Um, guys maybe we should--” Tsuna said, panicked.
“It's NOT A FUCKING DATE!” Gokudera yelled.
“Oh, then what is it then? Two FRIENDS going to a fancy restaurant?”
Gokudera's vein snapped. “Why you little-.” He lunged forward, but was shocked to feel an iron-clad grip on his arm. Next thing he knew, he was pulled aside and away from his beloved boss. He looked backward to see Yamamoto waving at Haru and Tsuna.
“Sorry about this, Haru, Tsuna,” the baseball player apologized. “We forgot something.”
Gokudera shook his arm in an attempt to break free. “Let go, baseball idiot! The Tenth is--?”
Yamamoto roughly pulled him closer. “Just be quiet,” the baseball player said in a low voice.
The shorter man wanted to rebel and retort a response, but held back as soon as he noticed the tightness of the other man's smile.
They walked out of sight three blocks away, one hand on a lanky arm, in utter silence. The grip grew tighter upon each silent, heavy step. Gokudera's concern for the Tenth was replaced with a slight trepidation of the cause of tension in the air.
What the hell is he thinking, just pulling me around? the silverette's conscience demanded. His temper rose. I didn't do anything. He mustered up all his strength and tugged backwards.
Yamamoto didn't release his hold; instead, he dragged the shorter man forward then pushed him roughly against a building wall.
Gokudera felt a brief moment of pain on his back as the air rushed out of his lungs. He glared up at the taller man, who settled two palms on either side of his head, trapping him squarely flat against the wall.
“Tsuna, Tsuna, Tsuna... That's all you ever talk about!” Yamamoto exclaimed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” the storm guardian bit out. “The Tenth is our boss, and I'm his right-hand man! Of course it's my job to - Mmph!”
Yamamoto clamped his mouth on Gokudera's. Gokudera's body tensed. Yamamoto felt hard palms desperately claw his shirt then push away.
He's always pushing me away. Yamamoto thought angrily. The baseball player growled in irritation, then gave a piercing bite on the silverette's lower lip.
Gokudera tried to cry out in anger and surprise, but, instead, his voice came out as a whimper against the soft, forceful lips. He writhed against the stinging pain. He pushed his palms urgently against the hot chest before him as he tasted his own blood and felt the liquid trickle from the corner of his mouth down his jaw. His mind became blank; his heart hammered loudly against his chest. His body lost its fight moments later, growing limp and lethargic, as a hot tongue swept in and controlled all corners of his mouth. He fisted his palms on Yamamoto's shirt to keep from losing balance and getting strangely dizzy for air.
No, this isn't happening again! the shorter man thought. He clenched his fingers then gave an uppercut on the baseball player's jaw.
Yamamoto cried out as he fell backwards onto to the gravel sidewalk. He quickly sat up, wiping the blood on his lips with the back of his hand.
Unable to keep his knees from shaking, Gokudera slid down to the floor with his back against the wall. He shuddered once his green eyes met Yamamoto's cold, hitman stare. Amber eyes burned against his with wrath, passion, pain, confusion, and something else...
Gokudera opened his mouth to yell every profanity he could think of, but stopped short once he felt the stinging pain on his lower lip. He delicately touched the spot with his fingers.
Fuck, this is going to bruise. he thought irritably. He glared back at the other man.
“You fucking crossed the line,” Gokudera said slowly, lip stinging on every syllable.
“I don't care anymore!” The baseball player said darkly.
“We made an agreement!”
“It's nothing solid!”
“Fuck you--!”
“Dammit, Gokudera, I love you!!”
Gokudera's heart skipped a beat.
“Dammit...” Yamamoto ran a hand through his dark hair. “I just... I didn't want to but I.. just... I just love you, ok?”
The silverette looked away, pretending to be overly interested on a red leaf lying on the ground. His chest felt too tight, and he could feel his cheeks flaming. He hoped that looking away would keep the other man from reading his expressions, yet he knew that he looked away from not wanting to continue feeling the tightness in his chest.
“I know how you feel,” Yamamoto continued, the harshness of his voice dissipating into something more melancholy. “you don't even want to be friends. I don't know what happened; I just suddenly realized that I couldn't stop looking at you. I wanted to be close to you, and it's just... I didn't think a man could be beautiful, and I'm just the baseball idiot to you...I...” Yamamoto hung his head. “I'm not making sense.”
Gokudera's eyes stung. He didn't know why it did, since he could care less how the other man felt, but he shamefully admitted to himself that he felt a twinge of pain upon noticing the sadness on the baseball idiot's voice.
You're fucking confused, the silverette's inner voice whispered.
Gokudera reluctantly turned his head to the raven haired man and immediately regretted it. Yamamoto stared at him, cold eyes have melted away to a shade of dark defeat and silent pleading.
“S...orry...” Gokudera responded, voice cracking midway.
Yamamoto laughed softly to himself, yet his smile was bittersweet. He slowly moved closer to the silverette, then gently stroked a strand of hair. “I'm sorry, Gokudera,” Yamamoto said. “I promise you I won't bother you anymore.”
Gokudera could only stare, then slowly turned away to once again stare at the dry leaf on the sidewalk.
End of Chapter.
Rating: M (cursing)
Genre: Romance, Drama
Pairing: 8059 (Yamamoto x Gokudera)
Spoilers: None
Summary: 8059 College fic. Yamamoto and Gokudera end up in the same university as roommates, much to Gokudera’s disdain. With conflicting personalities, will this roommate arrangement work out? College life, tension, denial, sap, and silly boys’ miscommunication abound.
Author Notes:
a. Drama, drama.
b. Gyuu this week has been crazy.
c. Enjoy ;)
Gokudera's eyes balked when he saw Haru waiting at the restaurant entrance in a beautiful, sequined dress. She first noticed the rain guardian and waved at Yamamoto cheerfully in greeting.
Gokudera scowled. “Why are you here, woman?” he said gruffly.
Upon finally noticing him, Haru paused a moment, looking at Yamamoto's neat attire, then at Gokudera. Her smile widened into a sly grin as she squealed internally to herself, “Aaaah Yamamoto way to go!”
The silverette growled, “What the fuck are you grinning for---?”
“Hehehe,” Haru giggled, “didn't you know---”
“---er, Gokudera, we're going to run late,” Yamamoto interrupted.
Gokudera frowned at him, feeling a little irritation that Haru and Yamamoto seemed to know something he didn't. He shrugged it off. It doesn't matter. He ignored the woman and headed toward the fancy, ivy covered entrance.
“Yamamoto? Gokudera?” A voice from behind them asked.
All three turned to see the Tenth generation boss peering at them in curiosity.
Gokudera's eyes widened. “T-tenth!”
“Ha-hii! You're here!” Haru squealed in excitement. She immediately latched onto Tsuna's arm.
“W-wait, Haru,” Tsuna stuttered. “I need to talk to you about something---.”
“I'm so excited, Tsuna-kuuunnn! Let's go in before our seats get given away.” She slowly dragged him toward the door.
“Um...er...” I can't reject her in front of everyone! Tsuna's mind screamed in panic.
“Stupid woman,” Gokudera spat. “He doesn't want to go.”
“What do you know?” Haru said pulling Tsuna's arm harder.
“I'm his right-hand man; of course I know,” Gokudera growled as he stepped toward Haru. “And stop manhandling the Tenth.”
Haru stuck her tongue out at him.
Yamamoto placed a hand on the silverette's shoulder. “Wait, Gokudera.”
Gokudera shivered from the contact of Yamamoto's hand on his shoulder. He roughly shook the other man off. “Don't touch me,” he snapped, then he stomped over and grabbed the Tenth's other arm.
Yamamoto eyes darkened for brief moment as he clenched his hand into a tight fist. He observed as the storm guardian aggressively fought in a ridiculous tug-of-war with their mafia boss versus a long-time friend.
It's always about Tsuna, isn't it? Yamamoto thought bitterly.
“Why don't you stay out of our business and go to your date?” Haru spat at the silver-haired man.
“Um, guys maybe we should--” Tsuna said, panicked.
“It's NOT A FUCKING DATE!” Gokudera yelled.
“Oh, then what is it then? Two FRIENDS going to a fancy restaurant?”
Gokudera's vein snapped. “Why you little-.” He lunged forward, but was shocked to feel an iron-clad grip on his arm. Next thing he knew, he was pulled aside and away from his beloved boss. He looked backward to see Yamamoto waving at Haru and Tsuna.
“Sorry about this, Haru, Tsuna,” the baseball player apologized. “We forgot something.”
Gokudera shook his arm in an attempt to break free. “Let go, baseball idiot! The Tenth is--?”
Yamamoto roughly pulled him closer. “Just be quiet,” the baseball player said in a low voice.
The shorter man wanted to rebel and retort a response, but held back as soon as he noticed the tightness of the other man's smile.
They walked out of sight three blocks away, one hand on a lanky arm, in utter silence. The grip grew tighter upon each silent, heavy step. Gokudera's concern for the Tenth was replaced with a slight trepidation of the cause of tension in the air.
What the hell is he thinking, just pulling me around? the silverette's conscience demanded. His temper rose. I didn't do anything. He mustered up all his strength and tugged backwards.
Yamamoto didn't release his hold; instead, he dragged the shorter man forward then pushed him roughly against a building wall.
Gokudera felt a brief moment of pain on his back as the air rushed out of his lungs. He glared up at the taller man, who settled two palms on either side of his head, trapping him squarely flat against the wall.
“Tsuna, Tsuna, Tsuna... That's all you ever talk about!” Yamamoto exclaimed.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” the storm guardian bit out. “The Tenth is our boss, and I'm his right-hand man! Of course it's my job to - Mmph!”
Yamamoto clamped his mouth on Gokudera's. Gokudera's body tensed. Yamamoto felt hard palms desperately claw his shirt then push away.
He's always pushing me away. Yamamoto thought angrily. The baseball player growled in irritation, then gave a piercing bite on the silverette's lower lip.
Gokudera tried to cry out in anger and surprise, but, instead, his voice came out as a whimper against the soft, forceful lips. He writhed against the stinging pain. He pushed his palms urgently against the hot chest before him as he tasted his own blood and felt the liquid trickle from the corner of his mouth down his jaw. His mind became blank; his heart hammered loudly against his chest. His body lost its fight moments later, growing limp and lethargic, as a hot tongue swept in and controlled all corners of his mouth. He fisted his palms on Yamamoto's shirt to keep from losing balance and getting strangely dizzy for air.
No, this isn't happening again! the shorter man thought. He clenched his fingers then gave an uppercut on the baseball player's jaw.
Yamamoto cried out as he fell backwards onto to the gravel sidewalk. He quickly sat up, wiping the blood on his lips with the back of his hand.
Unable to keep his knees from shaking, Gokudera slid down to the floor with his back against the wall. He shuddered once his green eyes met Yamamoto's cold, hitman stare. Amber eyes burned against his with wrath, passion, pain, confusion, and something else...
Gokudera opened his mouth to yell every profanity he could think of, but stopped short once he felt the stinging pain on his lower lip. He delicately touched the spot with his fingers.
Fuck, this is going to bruise. he thought irritably. He glared back at the other man.
“You fucking crossed the line,” Gokudera said slowly, lip stinging on every syllable.
“I don't care anymore!” The baseball player said darkly.
“We made an agreement!”
“It's nothing solid!”
“Fuck you--!”
“Dammit, Gokudera, I love you!!”
Gokudera's heart skipped a beat.
“Dammit...” Yamamoto ran a hand through his dark hair. “I just... I didn't want to but I.. just... I just love you, ok?”
The silverette looked away, pretending to be overly interested on a red leaf lying on the ground. His chest felt too tight, and he could feel his cheeks flaming. He hoped that looking away would keep the other man from reading his expressions, yet he knew that he looked away from not wanting to continue feeling the tightness in his chest.
“I know how you feel,” Yamamoto continued, the harshness of his voice dissipating into something more melancholy. “you don't even want to be friends. I don't know what happened; I just suddenly realized that I couldn't stop looking at you. I wanted to be close to you, and it's just... I didn't think a man could be beautiful, and I'm just the baseball idiot to you...I...” Yamamoto hung his head. “I'm not making sense.”
Gokudera's eyes stung. He didn't know why it did, since he could care less how the other man felt, but he shamefully admitted to himself that he felt a twinge of pain upon noticing the sadness on the baseball idiot's voice.
You're fucking confused, the silverette's inner voice whispered.
Gokudera reluctantly turned his head to the raven haired man and immediately regretted it. Yamamoto stared at him, cold eyes have melted away to a shade of dark defeat and silent pleading.
“S...orry...” Gokudera responded, voice cracking midway.
Yamamoto laughed softly to himself, yet his smile was bittersweet. He slowly moved closer to the silverette, then gently stroked a strand of hair. “I'm sorry, Gokudera,” Yamamoto said. “I promise you I won't bother you anymore.”
Gokudera could only stare, then slowly turned away to once again stare at the dry leaf on the sidewalk.
End of Chapter.