the life I want (has you in it)
Title: the life I want (has you in it)
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairings: Squalo/Yamamoto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Squalo's language. Which I don't think I should even warn about anymore.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Yamamoto has difficulties in telling Squalo his plans for the future.
the life I want
(has you in it)
The day was finally here - he had graduated from high school. After a joint celebration for all the graduated Vongola guardians (and their boss, of course), Yamamoto had managed to retire to his room and was now sitting on his bed, gazing at his boyfriend (the word sounded ridiculous when attributed to someone like Squalo, but it still filled him with a sense of wonder, every single time), who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and polishing his sword.
He took a deep breath, trying to make himself calm down - even though this was a topic he’d studiously avoided before, they had to discuss this sometime, and now was as good (or bad, he thought with a cringe) as any other time.
“Um, Squalo?” When addressed, the man put away his sword and looked at him questioningly.
“I… Now that I’ve graduated, I was thinking that, um, I, that is…” It was no good, he couldn’t say it. Squalo was going to kill him, he was sure of that, and while being killed by the person you loved didn’t sound that bad, it still wasn’t anywhere near his list of things-to-do-in-the-near-future.
Squalo gave him an oddly exasperated look and sighed.
“You want to go pro, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and the way he said it seemed like he had been expecting this to come up sooner or later.
Yamamoto simply stared at him, mouth hanging open. “How did you…”
“You moron, you think I’m fucking blind? You think I don’t know you well enough to guess your stupidly idiotic plans?” Squalo asked, voice rising steadily, and Yamamoto wondered briefly if the entire neighbourhood was listening in on their conversation.
“I… Haha, well, I guess I was stupid for thinking that, then,” he admitted, running his hand through his hair in an embarrassed gesture.
“Fucking right you were.”
“So… You don’t mind, then? It’s not for long, I just…” The want to try being normal before I become a killer went unsaid, but Squalo’s unusually solemn expression told that he had heard it, regardless.
“Well, you’re going to do your shitty thing whether I fucking like it or not, so you might as well-“ He was cut off by Yamamoto, who had, grinning like it was Christmas come early, abandoned his place on his bed and was now straddling Squalo, kissing him for all he was worth.
When they broke apart, Yamamoto was still grinning, his heart soaring and feeling like he’d just won the lottery, and Squalo was scowling at him, but his eyes, softer than usual, gave him away.
“Will you be sending me videos of your sword fights?” Yamamoto asked, laughing breathlessly, because Squalo was running his hands up and down his back and it was getting difficult to concentrate on anything else.
Squalo smirked, teeth flashing.
“If you want. Wouldn’t do for you to forget about me, would it, Takeshi?”
Shivers running down his spine, Yamamoto managed to answer him.
“I-” kiss “-don’t think-” kiss “-it’s possible.”
“Good,” Squalo said, before biting down on his neck.
Yamamoto arched his back, moaning.
Well… They could always talk later. Now, they had more important things to do.
fin
Series: Katekyo Hitman Reborn!
Characters/Pairings: Squalo/Yamamoto
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Squalo's language. Which I don't think I should even warn about anymore.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Yamamoto has difficulties in telling Squalo his plans for the future.
the life I want
(has you in it)
The day was finally here - he had graduated from high school. After a joint celebration for all the graduated Vongola guardians (and their boss, of course), Yamamoto had managed to retire to his room and was now sitting on his bed, gazing at his boyfriend (the word sounded ridiculous when attributed to someone like Squalo, but it still filled him with a sense of wonder, every single time), who was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall and polishing his sword.
He took a deep breath, trying to make himself calm down - even though this was a topic he’d studiously avoided before, they had to discuss this sometime, and now was as good (or bad, he thought with a cringe) as any other time.
“Um, Squalo?” When addressed, the man put away his sword and looked at him questioningly.
“I… Now that I’ve graduated, I was thinking that, um, I, that is…” It was no good, he couldn’t say it. Squalo was going to kill him, he was sure of that, and while being killed by the person you loved didn’t sound that bad, it still wasn’t anywhere near his list of things-to-do-in-the-near-future.
Squalo gave him an oddly exasperated look and sighed.
“You want to go pro, don’t you.” It wasn’t a question, and the way he said it seemed like he had been expecting this to come up sooner or later.
Yamamoto simply stared at him, mouth hanging open. “How did you…”
“You moron, you think I’m fucking blind? You think I don’t know you well enough to guess your stupidly idiotic plans?” Squalo asked, voice rising steadily, and Yamamoto wondered briefly if the entire neighbourhood was listening in on their conversation.
“I… Haha, well, I guess I was stupid for thinking that, then,” he admitted, running his hand through his hair in an embarrassed gesture.
“Fucking right you were.”
“So… You don’t mind, then? It’s not for long, I just…” The want to try being normal before I become a killer went unsaid, but Squalo’s unusually solemn expression told that he had heard it, regardless.
“Well, you’re going to do your shitty thing whether I fucking like it or not, so you might as well-“ He was cut off by Yamamoto, who had, grinning like it was Christmas come early, abandoned his place on his bed and was now straddling Squalo, kissing him for all he was worth.
When they broke apart, Yamamoto was still grinning, his heart soaring and feeling like he’d just won the lottery, and Squalo was scowling at him, but his eyes, softer than usual, gave him away.
“Will you be sending me videos of your sword fights?” Yamamoto asked, laughing breathlessly, because Squalo was running his hands up and down his back and it was getting difficult to concentrate on anything else.
Squalo smirked, teeth flashing.
“If you want. Wouldn’t do for you to forget about me, would it, Takeshi?”
Shivers running down his spine, Yamamoto managed to answer him.
“I-” kiss “-don’t think-” kiss “-it’s possible.”
“Good,” Squalo said, before biting down on his neck.
Yamamoto arched his back, moaning.
Well… They could always talk later. Now, they had more important things to do.
fin