[COLLAB][KHRfic] Studying:: Diligence (Part 2 of 2)
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Even though it's a bit late. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: Studying:: Diligence (Part 2 of 2)
Initial Idea and Artist (12 artworks): waterlemon_chi
Writing, Planning and Supporting Art (1): kirishimaayama
Rating: For mature audiences, features er, sex. And suggestive(?) images.
Pairings: 8059 (YamamotoxGokudera) (main), 5927 (GokuderaxTsuna)(minor), 2795 (TsunaxKyoko) (minor) and 2786 (TsunaxHaru) (minimal)
Characters: Gen (mentions of almost everyone.... even if a line.)
Warnings: Rating as stated.
Word Count: 3600+
Image Count: 7 total (in this part)
Summary: "There was a dangerous air about him. “You want it? Come and get it.”"
My apologies for the badly-made preview. [rush rush rush >_<] Click picture or cut below!
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Yamamoto had expected to feel at least a measure of tiredness from his frantic maths marathon the previous night, yet when he awoke the next morning to the bright sunlight streaming through his window, anticipation and adrenalin were the only things that shot through his veins. Although his dreams had been inundated with Gokudera, it had not been a restless sleep and he felt rather well now. Perhaps his subconscious had felt reassured by the extensive plans he had unavoidably made during his studying yesterday, although it had substantially lengthened his work time by at least two hours.
Thankful that today did not require him to get to school early for baseball practice; Yamamoto was able to make a short detour to Tsuna’s house on the way to school without any worries. He knew Gokudera would take this way to school as usual, and for the first time felt a stab of anxiety as a worrisome thought flittered across his mind. Gokudera was fiercely loyal to Tsuna, and yet, although the two were merely friends - or boss and right-hand man - Yamamoto wondered how little or much Gokudera liked Tsuna. What was their real relationship? Yamamoto shook his head to free it of these thoughts.
He met Gokudera just as he entered Tsuna’s street. Gokudera scowled at Yamamoto in his usual way, but did not make a comment when Yamamoto joined him. They walked side by side amiably - or what appeared so, as Yamamoto began to feel very conscious of the heat not inches from his shoulder. He longed to touch once again. That slim shoulder, the hair that swished gently with Gokudera’s movement.
“Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto!” Tsuna called as he left his house at a jog, Reborn appearing to be riding on his shoulder.
“Jyuudaime!” Gokudera’s face lit up immediately as Tsuna ran up to them. “How are you today?”
“Today’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” Tsuna looked wistful. “I wonder if Kyoko-chan will make me some chocolate?”
“Of course she will, Jyuudaime. Why wouldn’t she?”
“So noisy.” Reborn commented in his apparently uninterested way and whacked Tsuna about the head.
Yamamoto smiled and watched them converse - if you could call it that - although he began to feel the nagging feeling of insecurity once again. However, he ignored it as he had done before as they started walking towards the school. Tsuna looked as though he wanted to sink into the ground and hide in his anxiety fuelled by Reborn, and Gokudera was loyally trying to console him. Yamamoto’s feelings were so confusing at the moment; he wanted to focus on the here and now, on things he could understand and do something about.
As they entered the school grounds, a small group of girls approached them as though they had been waiting there, on the lookout. A couple of brave ones offered Gokudera chocolate, admiring his fierce loyalty to Tsuna and his Italian looks, whereupon Gokudera simply looked baffled and uneasy, and scowled at them fiercely. Surprisingly, a couple of girls also detached towards Tsuna, who laughed nervously and rubbed his head in confusion, to be smacked by Reborn who was immediately fawned over by the girls, chocolate forgotten. Other girls had approached Yamamoto and offered him chocolate also.
“Yamamoto-kun, would you please accept this?”
Normally, Yamamoto would smile and take them, even if he didn’t eat them, as it felt like the right thing - polite thing - to do, yet today... it didn’t seem so.
“I’m sorry. I can’t accept this.” Yamamoto smiled his customary smile at them. “I’m very sorry.”
The girls all appeared disappointed but understanding, trooping off looking somewhat dejected yet whispering excitedly whether Yamamoto had found a girlfriend. Yamamoto paid no heed though, as he watched Kyoko cross over to where they stood.
“Good morning, Tsuna-kun.” Kyoko greeted Tsuna. She was smiling in her cheerful way, something hidden behind her back. She glanced at the gate and Tsuna looked confused at her silence, however it was all clear when Haru came running in and skidded to a halt in front of them, panting. Haru and Kyoko smiled at one another and Kyoko brought out the bag of chocolate with both hands.
“Happy Valentines’ Day!” They chorused.
“Haru-chan and I made them together.” Kyoko said with a smile.
“It took ages.” Haru pulled a face. “And we made a great mess.”
“Ahh... errr, really?” Tsuna replied, taking the small, prettily wrapped bag at their urging and beaming widely. “Thank you!”
Kyoko and Haru grinned at each other before Haru tore off again to get to her school on time. It was still baffling how the two got on so well, as though they did not realise they were like love rivals - or perhaps they did, who knew how girls’ minds worked. Tsuna happily and bewilderedly put the chocolates in his bag, was congratulated heartily by both Gokudera and Yamamoto and they continued on their way into the classroom. Kyoko had gone first, seeing as the boys still had to retrieve their slippers from their shoe lockers. Yamamoto noticed a definite loss of enthusiasm from Gokudera, but Gokudera was trying hard not to show it to Tsuna.
Yamamoto was still distracted during the class today, once again falling upon watching Gokudera’s head bob as he took down notes, looking from workbook to board rapidly. Although Yamamoto also copied down anything written on the board, it was all automatic and he took no time to process it. That could be done another day. The way the sunlight glinted off Gokudera’s unusual coloured hair, and brought out and reflected subtle colours was fascinating.
Soon it was lunchtime and Yamamoto, Gokudera and Tsuna decided to go up to the roof to enjoy their lunch, hoping HIbari wasn’t enjoying a nap there. Hibari was too distant to worry about such customs as eating together - or loyalty, it seemed - and Ryohei was busy with his boxing. Yamamoto scooped up the lunch he had brought before he was detained.
“Y-yamamoto-kun, will you please accept this?” A blushing girl from their class held her hand out with a small wrapped package.
“I, um.” Yamamoto made to refuse, but then a thought struck him that he did not really have anything for the occasion. He would love to give a certain someone something. Perhaps this deficiency could be corrected now. “Thank you very much.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Yamamoto saw Gokudera looking in their direction, then look away as Yamamoto accepted the chocolate, as if to give them privacy, but was it his imagination or did Gokudera’s expression look surlier?
“Oy, baseball idiot, are you done yet?” Gokudera’s voice was also slightly harsher than usual as he called back.
“Yeah, coming.” Yamamoto slipped the chocolate into his bag and followed.
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The walk to Gokudera’s apartment was quiet, as Gokudera stalked, obviously not that pleased that he wasn’t able to walk home with Tsuna again because Yamamoto had requested his tuition, but in any case, he wouldn’t have been able to anyway. Kyoko had asked Tsuna to walk home with her as they were cleaning at the end of the day and Gokudera knew he didn’t want to be there like a third wheel, even as he hated leaving Tsuna ‘vulnerable’.
They entered the apartment again and Yamamoto noticed a few subtle changes. The piano was shut this time, a cover thrown over it, and a few objects shifted. The date, of course, had also been changed. How he noticed these small details he knew not, but he wondered if in part it had something to do with all the constant danger they had been in when they had been in the future. As if noticing some of these things were like second nature now even in this relatively safer, more naive world.
He took a seat as Gokudera pulled something inconspicuously out of his pocket, placing it on top of one of the cupboards in the room, out of sight of Yamamoto’s immediate line of vision. Gokudera frowned a little and came back to the table.
“Do you have your books?”
“Ah.” Yamamoto replied, as though jolted out of a reverie. He opened his bag, reached inside and his hand met the chocolates he had accepted from the girl in their class. No, now wasn’t the right time. He withdrew his hand and pushed the bag aside, getting up without warning and crossing over to the shelf Gokudera had placed whatever was in his pocket. Gokudera eyes followed his motion, eyes narrowing as he frowned harder, suspicious.
Yamamoto spotted the object easily with eyes trained from long years of baseball. A melting chocolate, sitting in a dark corner of the shelf, half hidden out of sight as if Gokudera had wanted to forget about it. Yamamoto knew without asking who it was intended for, and with a spark of unusual annoyance, he snatched up the chocolate, unwrapped it smoothly and popped it into his mouth.
Gokudera surged to his feet. “Hey! What the hell are you doing, baseball idiot! Give me that!” He made a grab for the wrapper, sticky with chocolate.
Yamamoto grabbed his arm easily. He was smiling as always, but there was a dangerous air about him. “You want it? Come and get it.”
His mouth came down on Gokudera’s as he had longed to do. Gokudera’s lips were as soft as he had fantasized. Gokudera stiffened, eyebrows drawing together in his confusion and annoyance, but Yamamoto opened his mouth and pushed the piece of chocolate against his lips. Almost willingly, Gokudera opened his mouth and accepted the chocolate, and reluctantly Yamamoto drew back.
Gokudera scowled at Yamamoto, chocolate now smeared around his mouth as Yamamoto grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. They stayed like that for a beat.
“You missed a spot, baseball idiot.” Gokudera said eventually, reaching over and rubbing at the corner of Yamamoto’s mouth.
“You missed a lot of spots,” Yamamoto replied, and bent close again, licking the chocolate away from the corner of Gokudera’s mouth. He could both see and feel Gokudera’s trembling surprise.
“A-are you done yet?” Gokudera asked, voice harsh, as Yamamoto continued to lick.
Yamamoto pulled the chocolate wrapper from Gokudera’s nerveless hand and smeared more of the melted chocolate on him, using one finger to spread it down Gokudera’s thin neck. “I don’t think I’ll be done for a while.” Yamamoto began to lick down Gokudera’s neck, lapping up the smears of chocolate and allowing his lips to linger and his teeth to graze the skin lightly. He felt Gokudera’s breath catch before firm hands pushed him away.
“You’re meant to be working, Yamamoto.” Gokudera’s voice was stern, but unsteady and his face was flushed.
“I am working.” Yamamoto replied, sliding a hand up the back of Gokudera’s shirt.
“Stop it.” Gokudera slapped his arm, glaring. “This is not funny.”
Yamamoto’s smile dropped and he looked solemn. When that happened, there was real reason to be afraid. His hand rested on Gokudera’s back, its progress stalled abruptly.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Yamamoto took a deep breath, bracing himself mentally for the truth, “You like Tsuna, don’t you, Gokudera.” It wasn’t so much a question.
“Of course I do.” Gokudera scowled again, trying to push Yamamoto, but he didn’t budge.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“I admire him. A lot. He saved my life.”
“And you saved his many times.”
“If he didn’t save mine in the first place, I wouldn’t be able to save his.”
“This isn’t going anywhere. I don’t have a chance, do I?” Yamamoto asked bitterly, a small smile hovering over his mouth now. A wistful one, tinged in sadness. The hand dropped from Gokudera’s back. To his shame and surprise, the area now felt cold to Gokudera, as though something was missing.
Gokudera dropped his brooding gaze, glaring at the ground. Yamamoto turned to leave, when he noticed a hand shoot out and clamp firmly around his arm.
“I never said that.” Gokudera said heatedly, anger in his voice. “Jyuudaime is so pure. I can’t imagine doing such unspeakable things with him. I just want to protect him, and let him remain safe and a beacon of light for us. I want him to be happy. Besides, Jyuudaime has to have a successor in the future, who would accept such a relationship?” Gokudera finally looked up, still angry. “I didn’t dislike ... that. Just then. It’s not like I hate you. I just hate the fact that you know Jyuudaime so well. That you two are so close. That Sasagawa is so close. Why can’t I be?”
“Well, does that mean you like me?” Yamamoto asked, scarcely able to draw his breath.
Gokudera frowned deeper, trying not to look at Yamamoto, “I…. do? …. I… think. Maybe.”
Yamamoto felt a rush of relief and exhilaration then the return of everything that had drained away prior. There was also a hot rush of blood to his groin at Gokudera’s cute flushed expression, and he reached out intending to touch Gokudera’s face, but knew he wanted more. With one push, the unsuspecting Gokudera tumbled backwards until he was on his butt and his head fell back, striking against the wall.
“OW! What the HELL was that for?!”
“Hayato, you don’t see yourself clearly. Don’t you see how precious a friend you are to him?” Yamamoto asked as he approached and knelt. “Don’t you see how he cares? We are both his friends, and we are his friends in different ways. We are both important. Don’t compare so directly.”
He began to kiss the surprised Gokudera again, reaching beneath his shirt and caressing the thin waist, then reaching up to that chest, which had been injured in so many of the fights. He moved his mouth from Gokudera’s and bent his head to the always half-buttoned front of Gokudera’s shirt, kissing the smooth skin, unmarked even from all the injuries. Shamal was a good doctor, he supposed, sticking out his tongue and licking upwards like a cat, wondering if the cream-like skin would taste like cream too. (It didn’t, but Gokudera tasted good all the same.)
Yamamoto’s hands were simultaneously busy on Gokudera’s buttons and he noticed Gokudera was trembling again. Well, at least Yamamoto was glad Gokudera had not reacted badly, like tried to whip out his old friends, the bombs he had been named for, and try to blow him up on the spot. But Gokudera still seemed shocked, unsure of how he was feeling and how to process what was happening to him or what revelations Yamamoto had induced.
“Just feel.” Yamamoto murmured against Gokudera’s skin. “Don’t think.”
And he moved his hands to the front of Gokudera’s pants.
Gokudera made a little jolt of surprise, but Yamamoto continued undoing the belt swiftly, his other hand still roaming even as he stroked gently. There was a sudden catch in Gokudera’s breathing and Yamamoto looked up. Gokudera looked enchanting, as silver hair tumbled around his flushed face, the afternoon sunlight streaming in the windows making it shine coppery and gold.
The smell of Gokudera, how he looked and reacted were making Yamamoto further aroused, and his own ministrations were slowly making Gokudera so as well - perhaps involuntarily from Gokudera’s flushed expression. Yamamoto bent his head again to Gokudera’s chest, revealed by his open shirt, and lapped one tongue around a nipple even as his hand crept beneath Gokudera’s underwear. Gokudera turned his head restlessly.
Yamamoto pushed Gokudera further against the wall as he moved closer, slipping Gokudera’s loosened pants further down, and took full appraisal of Gokudera’s arousal. Gokudera coloured completely and made to cover himself.
“Don’t look, baseball idiot.” Gokudera tried to push Yamamoto away, but missed as Yamamoto ducked his head quickly and licked, swirling his tongue around the head, sucking gently and Gokudera’s breath hitched although he seemed to be fighting to not make any sounds.
And yet, when Yamamoto withdrew, Gokudera unwittingly made a small sound of disappointment.
Yamamoto smirked and undid the front of his own pants. Without warning, he drew very close until their aroused cocks were touching each other and then enclosed his hands around the both of them, squeezing.
Gokudera shivered, closing his eyes briefly.
But wasn’t silent for long.
“What are you doing?! That-that’s-”
The rest was cut off as Yamamoto moved his hands, face etched with concentration, up and down their lengths. Gokudera appeared to have abandoned some of his pride and was breathing heavily, pressing back against the wall, trembling and shivering, letting out miniscule sounds. That was still something he would not give.
Gokudera’s facial expression changed as precome began to bead at the top of his cock, and Yamamoto released them suddenly, denying Gokudera his release. Gokudera’s eyes shot open and he glared, but Yamamoto’s fingers had moved elsewhere, down to his butt. Gokudera’s face constricted again, trying to hold on, as Yamamoto pressed his tongue to the small hole, lubricating it with his saliva before he tried to slide his finger in. More precome beaded and began to trickle downwards.
“D-don’t...” Gokudera protested, but weakly.
Yamamoto smiled and twisted his finger, watching Gokudera arch his back in reaction, before then also attempting a second finger, sliding it in then out, thrusting gently. Gokudera refused to cry out, but his gasping for breath spoke all too clearly. Fluid was also leaking from the hole now, and Yamamoto’s fingers slid easily. Gokudera was ready.
Yamamoto pulled Gokudera closer, until Gokudera was pretty much lying on the floor, and he scowled as he knew what was coming next. Dreaded, yet wanted it so badly.
“This better not hurt, bastard.” He growled.
Yamamoto smiled as he directed himself, bent over Gokudera. Gokudera felt Yamamoto’s cock pushing against him, and then slowly easing in.
“It’s not going to work!” Gokudera protested, eyebrows drawn.
“Trust me.” Yamamoto replied, curving one hand around Gokudera’s cock to hold him, and pushing harder.
“Aaah!” Gokudera involuntarily made a sound, overcome, as Yamamoto began to smoothly slide in, until Gokudera held him fully. Then began to move, thrusting, his hand also working. Gokudera had silenced himself again, but his breathing was erratic, getting more desperate as they moved faster, reaching their peak. Unconsciously, Gokudera moved his own hips, making each thrust deeper, more pleasurable. Yamamoto thrust in deep one more time, and they both came hard, Gokudera’s come inadvertently splattering all over Yamamoto’s shirt.
They lay and breathed for a minute or two, spent, the air heady, before Gokudera gave Yamamoto a push. “Get it out.” But although his voice was harsh, his face was turned away, red.
Yamamoto looked down to where they were still joined, dripping, and touched Gokudera down there once more, who involuntarily shivered. Yamamoto smiled, and then withdrew.
“Tsk.” Gokudera remained lying on the floor, scowling, but looking as though he was at peace for once.
“Sorry about the shirt.” He said at last.
“That’s alright.” Yamamoto lifted the shirt up and licked it languidly, causing Gokudera to bolt up, before wincing and glaring at him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“It has your taste.” Yamamoto laughed, dropping the shirt again.
Gokudera glanced out the window at the darkening sky, still scowling. “You can’t go home looking like that.”
“That’s true.” Yamamoto replied, looking unconcerned.
Gokudera glared harder. “Don’t look so smug.” He took a deep breath, “You can stay the night, so we can wash that shirt and leave it out to dry.”
“Understood.” Yamamoto replied good-naturedly, still reliving the wonderful experience as he got to his feet, fixed up his pants, and went to the bathroom to get a damp cloth. He returned to clean up a renewedly blushing and very angry Gokudera.
“Stop it.”
“It’s my responsibility.”
“Who the hell said that, baseball freak?”
Yamamoto smiled as Gokudera re-donned his pants, eyes averted, and Yamamoto took off his soiled shirt. A thought occurred to him and he reached into his bag, pulling out the chocolates. He presented them to Gokudera.
“What?” Gokudera frowned at the chocolate.
“Happy Valentines Day.” Yamamoto said with a smile.
“You’re doing it in reverse.” Gokudera said in annoyance. “Besides, you’re giving me someone else’s chocolate?”
“I only accepted them to give them to you.” Yamamoto said cheerfully, as though the ends justified the means.
Gokudera scowled and crossed him arms haughtily, appearing to have no intention of accepting.
“Ah, oh well. I guess you don’t want it then.” Yamamoto made to put it away.
“Give it here.” Gokudera grabbed the beribboned package and unwrapped it roughly, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth. “There. Happy?” He mumbled around the chocolate.
“Very.” Yamamoto replied, getting up and kissing Gokudera again - just like how they began.
“We are NOT doing this the rest of the night.” Gokudera protested as Yamamoto stole the chocolate from his mouth.
“Watch me.” Yamamoto said with that dangerous grin of his.
-----おわり-----
~おまけ~
“Yamamoto-kun. Why are half these questions wrong?” The maths teacher asked when she came to inspect his work at the end of the last lesson. "And what are all these brown stains?" Her eyebrows were arched in expectation of an answer as she pointed to what couldn’t quite be written off as dirt.
“Uhh...” Yamamoto had no acceptable answer to give her.
The teacher seemed to not want to know, suddenly.
“Anyway, these questions are mostly right until about halfway, and then you do all sorts of careless mistakes. Please redo this and an extra page for homework.”
“Yes, sensei.” Yamamoto replied with a sigh as the teacher left.
Gokudera who had already packed as usual came up next to his desk, looking surly.
“Hurry up, baseball idiot. I’ll help you study.”
Yamamoto smiled wily. “I look forward to it, Hayato.”
Gokudera blushed. “T-THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”
Across the room, Tsuna blinked in confusion and smiled, glad his rain and storm guardian were getting along well.
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Even though it's a bit late. Hope you enjoy it!
Title: Studying:: Diligence (Part 2 of 2)
Initial Idea and Artist (12 artworks): waterlemon_chi
Writing, Planning and Supporting Art (1): kirishimaayama
Rating: For mature audiences, features er, sex. And suggestive(?) images.
Pairings: 8059 (YamamotoxGokudera) (main), 5927 (GokuderaxTsuna)(minor), 2795 (TsunaxKyoko) (minor) and 2786 (TsunaxHaru) (minimal)
Characters: Gen (mentions of almost everyone.... even if a line.)
Warnings: Rating as stated.
Word Count: 3600+
Image Count: 7 total (in this part)
Summary: "There was a dangerous air about him. “You want it? Come and get it.”"
My apologies for the badly-made preview. [rush rush rush >_<] Click picture or cut below!
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Yamamoto had expected to feel at least a measure of tiredness from his frantic maths marathon the previous night, yet when he awoke the next morning to the bright sunlight streaming through his window, anticipation and adrenalin were the only things that shot through his veins. Although his dreams had been inundated with Gokudera, it had not been a restless sleep and he felt rather well now. Perhaps his subconscious had felt reassured by the extensive plans he had unavoidably made during his studying yesterday, although it had substantially lengthened his work time by at least two hours.
Thankful that today did not require him to get to school early for baseball practice; Yamamoto was able to make a short detour to Tsuna’s house on the way to school without any worries. He knew Gokudera would take this way to school as usual, and for the first time felt a stab of anxiety as a worrisome thought flittered across his mind. Gokudera was fiercely loyal to Tsuna, and yet, although the two were merely friends - or boss and right-hand man - Yamamoto wondered how little or much Gokudera liked Tsuna. What was their real relationship? Yamamoto shook his head to free it of these thoughts.
He met Gokudera just as he entered Tsuna’s street. Gokudera scowled at Yamamoto in his usual way, but did not make a comment when Yamamoto joined him. They walked side by side amiably - or what appeared so, as Yamamoto began to feel very conscious of the heat not inches from his shoulder. He longed to touch once again. That slim shoulder, the hair that swished gently with Gokudera’s movement.
“Gokudera-kun, Yamamoto!” Tsuna called as he left his house at a jog, Reborn appearing to be riding on his shoulder.
“Jyuudaime!” Gokudera’s face lit up immediately as Tsuna ran up to them. “How are you today?”
“Today’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it?” Tsuna looked wistful. “I wonder if Kyoko-chan will make me some chocolate?”
“Of course she will, Jyuudaime. Why wouldn’t she?”
“So noisy.” Reborn commented in his apparently uninterested way and whacked Tsuna about the head.
Yamamoto smiled and watched them converse - if you could call it that - although he began to feel the nagging feeling of insecurity once again. However, he ignored it as he had done before as they started walking towards the school. Tsuna looked as though he wanted to sink into the ground and hide in his anxiety fuelled by Reborn, and Gokudera was loyally trying to console him. Yamamoto’s feelings were so confusing at the moment; he wanted to focus on the here and now, on things he could understand and do something about.
As they entered the school grounds, a small group of girls approached them as though they had been waiting there, on the lookout. A couple of brave ones offered Gokudera chocolate, admiring his fierce loyalty to Tsuna and his Italian looks, whereupon Gokudera simply looked baffled and uneasy, and scowled at them fiercely. Surprisingly, a couple of girls also detached towards Tsuna, who laughed nervously and rubbed his head in confusion, to be smacked by Reborn who was immediately fawned over by the girls, chocolate forgotten. Other girls had approached Yamamoto and offered him chocolate also.
“Yamamoto-kun, would you please accept this?”
Normally, Yamamoto would smile and take them, even if he didn’t eat them, as it felt like the right thing - polite thing - to do, yet today... it didn’t seem so.
“I’m sorry. I can’t accept this.” Yamamoto smiled his customary smile at them. “I’m very sorry.”
The girls all appeared disappointed but understanding, trooping off looking somewhat dejected yet whispering excitedly whether Yamamoto had found a girlfriend. Yamamoto paid no heed though, as he watched Kyoko cross over to where they stood.
“Good morning, Tsuna-kun.” Kyoko greeted Tsuna. She was smiling in her cheerful way, something hidden behind her back. She glanced at the gate and Tsuna looked confused at her silence, however it was all clear when Haru came running in and skidded to a halt in front of them, panting. Haru and Kyoko smiled at one another and Kyoko brought out the bag of chocolate with both hands.
“Happy Valentines’ Day!” They chorused.
“Haru-chan and I made them together.” Kyoko said with a smile.
“It took ages.” Haru pulled a face. “And we made a great mess.”
“Ahh... errr, really?” Tsuna replied, taking the small, prettily wrapped bag at their urging and beaming widely. “Thank you!”
Kyoko and Haru grinned at each other before Haru tore off again to get to her school on time. It was still baffling how the two got on so well, as though they did not realise they were like love rivals - or perhaps they did, who knew how girls’ minds worked. Tsuna happily and bewilderedly put the chocolates in his bag, was congratulated heartily by both Gokudera and Yamamoto and they continued on their way into the classroom. Kyoko had gone first, seeing as the boys still had to retrieve their slippers from their shoe lockers. Yamamoto noticed a definite loss of enthusiasm from Gokudera, but Gokudera was trying hard not to show it to Tsuna.
Yamamoto was still distracted during the class today, once again falling upon watching Gokudera’s head bob as he took down notes, looking from workbook to board rapidly. Although Yamamoto also copied down anything written on the board, it was all automatic and he took no time to process it. That could be done another day. The way the sunlight glinted off Gokudera’s unusual coloured hair, and brought out and reflected subtle colours was fascinating.
Soon it was lunchtime and Yamamoto, Gokudera and Tsuna decided to go up to the roof to enjoy their lunch, hoping HIbari wasn’t enjoying a nap there. Hibari was too distant to worry about such customs as eating together - or loyalty, it seemed - and Ryohei was busy with his boxing. Yamamoto scooped up the lunch he had brought before he was detained.
“Y-yamamoto-kun, will you please accept this?” A blushing girl from their class held her hand out with a small wrapped package.
“I, um.” Yamamoto made to refuse, but then a thought struck him that he did not really have anything for the occasion. He would love to give a certain someone something. Perhaps this deficiency could be corrected now. “Thank you very much.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Yamamoto saw Gokudera looking in their direction, then look away as Yamamoto accepted the chocolate, as if to give them privacy, but was it his imagination or did Gokudera’s expression look surlier?
“Oy, baseball idiot, are you done yet?” Gokudera’s voice was also slightly harsher than usual as he called back.
“Yeah, coming.” Yamamoto slipped the chocolate into his bag and followed.
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The walk to Gokudera’s apartment was quiet, as Gokudera stalked, obviously not that pleased that he wasn’t able to walk home with Tsuna again because Yamamoto had requested his tuition, but in any case, he wouldn’t have been able to anyway. Kyoko had asked Tsuna to walk home with her as they were cleaning at the end of the day and Gokudera knew he didn’t want to be there like a third wheel, even as he hated leaving Tsuna ‘vulnerable’.
They entered the apartment again and Yamamoto noticed a few subtle changes. The piano was shut this time, a cover thrown over it, and a few objects shifted. The date, of course, had also been changed. How he noticed these small details he knew not, but he wondered if in part it had something to do with all the constant danger they had been in when they had been in the future. As if noticing some of these things were like second nature now even in this relatively safer, more naive world.
He took a seat as Gokudera pulled something inconspicuously out of his pocket, placing it on top of one of the cupboards in the room, out of sight of Yamamoto’s immediate line of vision. Gokudera frowned a little and came back to the table.
“Do you have your books?”
“Ah.” Yamamoto replied, as though jolted out of a reverie. He opened his bag, reached inside and his hand met the chocolates he had accepted from the girl in their class. No, now wasn’t the right time. He withdrew his hand and pushed the bag aside, getting up without warning and crossing over to the shelf Gokudera had placed whatever was in his pocket. Gokudera eyes followed his motion, eyes narrowing as he frowned harder, suspicious.
Yamamoto spotted the object easily with eyes trained from long years of baseball. A melting chocolate, sitting in a dark corner of the shelf, half hidden out of sight as if Gokudera had wanted to forget about it. Yamamoto knew without asking who it was intended for, and with a spark of unusual annoyance, he snatched up the chocolate, unwrapped it smoothly and popped it into his mouth.
Gokudera surged to his feet. “Hey! What the hell are you doing, baseball idiot! Give me that!” He made a grab for the wrapper, sticky with chocolate.
Yamamoto grabbed his arm easily. He was smiling as always, but there was a dangerous air about him. “You want it? Come and get it.”
His mouth came down on Gokudera’s as he had longed to do. Gokudera’s lips were as soft as he had fantasized. Gokudera stiffened, eyebrows drawing together in his confusion and annoyance, but Yamamoto opened his mouth and pushed the piece of chocolate against his lips. Almost willingly, Gokudera opened his mouth and accepted the chocolate, and reluctantly Yamamoto drew back.
Gokudera scowled at Yamamoto, chocolate now smeared around his mouth as Yamamoto grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. They stayed like that for a beat.
“You missed a spot, baseball idiot.” Gokudera said eventually, reaching over and rubbing at the corner of Yamamoto’s mouth.
“You missed a lot of spots,” Yamamoto replied, and bent close again, licking the chocolate away from the corner of Gokudera’s mouth. He could both see and feel Gokudera’s trembling surprise.
“A-are you done yet?” Gokudera asked, voice harsh, as Yamamoto continued to lick.
Yamamoto pulled the chocolate wrapper from Gokudera’s nerveless hand and smeared more of the melted chocolate on him, using one finger to spread it down Gokudera’s thin neck. “I don’t think I’ll be done for a while.” Yamamoto began to lick down Gokudera’s neck, lapping up the smears of chocolate and allowing his lips to linger and his teeth to graze the skin lightly. He felt Gokudera’s breath catch before firm hands pushed him away.
“You’re meant to be working, Yamamoto.” Gokudera’s voice was stern, but unsteady and his face was flushed.
“I am working.” Yamamoto replied, sliding a hand up the back of Gokudera’s shirt.
“Stop it.” Gokudera slapped his arm, glaring. “This is not funny.”
Yamamoto’s smile dropped and he looked solemn. When that happened, there was real reason to be afraid. His hand rested on Gokudera’s back, its progress stalled abruptly.
“I wasn’t trying to be funny.” Yamamoto took a deep breath, bracing himself mentally for the truth, “You like Tsuna, don’t you, Gokudera.” It wasn’t so much a question.
“Of course I do.” Gokudera scowled again, trying to push Yamamoto, but he didn’t budge.
“You love him, don’t you?”
“I admire him. A lot. He saved my life.”
“And you saved his many times.”
“If he didn’t save mine in the first place, I wouldn’t be able to save his.”
“This isn’t going anywhere. I don’t have a chance, do I?” Yamamoto asked bitterly, a small smile hovering over his mouth now. A wistful one, tinged in sadness. The hand dropped from Gokudera’s back. To his shame and surprise, the area now felt cold to Gokudera, as though something was missing.
Gokudera dropped his brooding gaze, glaring at the ground. Yamamoto turned to leave, when he noticed a hand shoot out and clamp firmly around his arm.
“I never said that.” Gokudera said heatedly, anger in his voice. “Jyuudaime is so pure. I can’t imagine doing such unspeakable things with him. I just want to protect him, and let him remain safe and a beacon of light for us. I want him to be happy. Besides, Jyuudaime has to have a successor in the future, who would accept such a relationship?” Gokudera finally looked up, still angry. “I didn’t dislike ... that. Just then. It’s not like I hate you. I just hate the fact that you know Jyuudaime so well. That you two are so close. That Sasagawa is so close. Why can’t I be?”
“Well, does that mean you like me?” Yamamoto asked, scarcely able to draw his breath.
Gokudera frowned deeper, trying not to look at Yamamoto, “I…. do? …. I… think. Maybe.”
Yamamoto felt a rush of relief and exhilaration then the return of everything that had drained away prior. There was also a hot rush of blood to his groin at Gokudera’s cute flushed expression, and he reached out intending to touch Gokudera’s face, but knew he wanted more. With one push, the unsuspecting Gokudera tumbled backwards until he was on his butt and his head fell back, striking against the wall.
“OW! What the HELL was that for?!”
“Hayato, you don’t see yourself clearly. Don’t you see how precious a friend you are to him?” Yamamoto asked as he approached and knelt. “Don’t you see how he cares? We are both his friends, and we are his friends in different ways. We are both important. Don’t compare so directly.”
He began to kiss the surprised Gokudera again, reaching beneath his shirt and caressing the thin waist, then reaching up to that chest, which had been injured in so many of the fights. He moved his mouth from Gokudera’s and bent his head to the always half-buttoned front of Gokudera’s shirt, kissing the smooth skin, unmarked even from all the injuries. Shamal was a good doctor, he supposed, sticking out his tongue and licking upwards like a cat, wondering if the cream-like skin would taste like cream too. (It didn’t, but Gokudera tasted good all the same.)
Yamamoto’s hands were simultaneously busy on Gokudera’s buttons and he noticed Gokudera was trembling again. Well, at least Yamamoto was glad Gokudera had not reacted badly, like tried to whip out his old friends, the bombs he had been named for, and try to blow him up on the spot. But Gokudera still seemed shocked, unsure of how he was feeling and how to process what was happening to him or what revelations Yamamoto had induced.
“Just feel.” Yamamoto murmured against Gokudera’s skin. “Don’t think.”
And he moved his hands to the front of Gokudera’s pants.
Gokudera made a little jolt of surprise, but Yamamoto continued undoing the belt swiftly, his other hand still roaming even as he stroked gently. There was a sudden catch in Gokudera’s breathing and Yamamoto looked up. Gokudera looked enchanting, as silver hair tumbled around his flushed face, the afternoon sunlight streaming in the windows making it shine coppery and gold.
The smell of Gokudera, how he looked and reacted were making Yamamoto further aroused, and his own ministrations were slowly making Gokudera so as well - perhaps involuntarily from Gokudera’s flushed expression. Yamamoto bent his head again to Gokudera’s chest, revealed by his open shirt, and lapped one tongue around a nipple even as his hand crept beneath Gokudera’s underwear. Gokudera turned his head restlessly.
Yamamoto pushed Gokudera further against the wall as he moved closer, slipping Gokudera’s loosened pants further down, and took full appraisal of Gokudera’s arousal. Gokudera coloured completely and made to cover himself.
“Don’t look, baseball idiot.” Gokudera tried to push Yamamoto away, but missed as Yamamoto ducked his head quickly and licked, swirling his tongue around the head, sucking gently and Gokudera’s breath hitched although he seemed to be fighting to not make any sounds.
And yet, when Yamamoto withdrew, Gokudera unwittingly made a small sound of disappointment.
Yamamoto smirked and undid the front of his own pants. Without warning, he drew very close until their aroused cocks were touching each other and then enclosed his hands around the both of them, squeezing.
Gokudera shivered, closing his eyes briefly.
But wasn’t silent for long.
“What are you doing?! That-that’s-”
The rest was cut off as Yamamoto moved his hands, face etched with concentration, up and down their lengths. Gokudera appeared to have abandoned some of his pride and was breathing heavily, pressing back against the wall, trembling and shivering, letting out miniscule sounds. That was still something he would not give.
Gokudera’s facial expression changed as precome began to bead at the top of his cock, and Yamamoto released them suddenly, denying Gokudera his release. Gokudera’s eyes shot open and he glared, but Yamamoto’s fingers had moved elsewhere, down to his butt. Gokudera’s face constricted again, trying to hold on, as Yamamoto pressed his tongue to the small hole, lubricating it with his saliva before he tried to slide his finger in. More precome beaded and began to trickle downwards.
“D-don’t...” Gokudera protested, but weakly.
Yamamoto smiled and twisted his finger, watching Gokudera arch his back in reaction, before then also attempting a second finger, sliding it in then out, thrusting gently. Gokudera refused to cry out, but his gasping for breath spoke all too clearly. Fluid was also leaking from the hole now, and Yamamoto’s fingers slid easily. Gokudera was ready.
Yamamoto pulled Gokudera closer, until Gokudera was pretty much lying on the floor, and he scowled as he knew what was coming next. Dreaded, yet wanted it so badly.
“This better not hurt, bastard.” He growled.
Yamamoto smiled as he directed himself, bent over Gokudera. Gokudera felt Yamamoto’s cock pushing against him, and then slowly easing in.
“It’s not going to work!” Gokudera protested, eyebrows drawn.
“Trust me.” Yamamoto replied, curving one hand around Gokudera’s cock to hold him, and pushing harder.
“Aaah!” Gokudera involuntarily made a sound, overcome, as Yamamoto began to smoothly slide in, until Gokudera held him fully. Then began to move, thrusting, his hand also working. Gokudera had silenced himself again, but his breathing was erratic, getting more desperate as they moved faster, reaching their peak. Unconsciously, Gokudera moved his own hips, making each thrust deeper, more pleasurable. Yamamoto thrust in deep one more time, and they both came hard, Gokudera’s come inadvertently splattering all over Yamamoto’s shirt.
They lay and breathed for a minute or two, spent, the air heady, before Gokudera gave Yamamoto a push. “Get it out.” But although his voice was harsh, his face was turned away, red.
Yamamoto looked down to where they were still joined, dripping, and touched Gokudera down there once more, who involuntarily shivered. Yamamoto smiled, and then withdrew.
“Tsk.” Gokudera remained lying on the floor, scowling, but looking as though he was at peace for once.
“Sorry about the shirt.” He said at last.
“That’s alright.” Yamamoto lifted the shirt up and licked it languidly, causing Gokudera to bolt up, before wincing and glaring at him.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“It has your taste.” Yamamoto laughed, dropping the shirt again.
Gokudera glanced out the window at the darkening sky, still scowling. “You can’t go home looking like that.”
“That’s true.” Yamamoto replied, looking unconcerned.
Gokudera glared harder. “Don’t look so smug.” He took a deep breath, “You can stay the night, so we can wash that shirt and leave it out to dry.”
“Understood.” Yamamoto replied good-naturedly, still reliving the wonderful experience as he got to his feet, fixed up his pants, and went to the bathroom to get a damp cloth. He returned to clean up a renewedly blushing and very angry Gokudera.
“Stop it.”
“It’s my responsibility.”
“Who the hell said that, baseball freak?”
Yamamoto smiled as Gokudera re-donned his pants, eyes averted, and Yamamoto took off his soiled shirt. A thought occurred to him and he reached into his bag, pulling out the chocolates. He presented them to Gokudera.
“What?” Gokudera frowned at the chocolate.
“Happy Valentines Day.” Yamamoto said with a smile.
“You’re doing it in reverse.” Gokudera said in annoyance. “Besides, you’re giving me someone else’s chocolate?”
“I only accepted them to give them to you.” Yamamoto said cheerfully, as though the ends justified the means.
Gokudera scowled and crossed him arms haughtily, appearing to have no intention of accepting.
“Ah, oh well. I guess you don’t want it then.” Yamamoto made to put it away.
“Give it here.” Gokudera grabbed the beribboned package and unwrapped it roughly, popping one of the chocolates into his mouth. “There. Happy?” He mumbled around the chocolate.
“Very.” Yamamoto replied, getting up and kissing Gokudera again - just like how they began.
“We are NOT doing this the rest of the night.” Gokudera protested as Yamamoto stole the chocolate from his mouth.
“Watch me.” Yamamoto said with that dangerous grin of his.
-----おわり-----
~おまけ~
“Yamamoto-kun. Why are half these questions wrong?” The maths teacher asked when she came to inspect his work at the end of the last lesson. "And what are all these brown stains?" Her eyebrows were arched in expectation of an answer as she pointed to what couldn’t quite be written off as dirt.
“Uhh...” Yamamoto had no acceptable answer to give her.
The teacher seemed to not want to know, suddenly.
“Anyway, these questions are mostly right until about halfway, and then you do all sorts of careless mistakes. Please redo this and an extra page for homework.”
“Yes, sensei.” Yamamoto replied with a sigh as the teacher left.
Gokudera who had already packed as usual came up next to his desk, looking surly.
“Hurry up, baseball idiot. I’ll help you study.”
Yamamoto smiled wily. “I look forward to it, Hayato.”
Gokudera blushed. “T-THAT’S NOT WHAT I MEANT!”
Across the room, Tsuna blinked in confusion and smiled, glad his rain and storm guardian were getting along well.
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