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Who: Gokudera Hayato dinamitardo and Yamamoto Takeshi shigurekintoki
When: 24 December, early morning
Where: Room 202
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gokudera wakes to an unwelcome guest in his bed...
Gokudera is black, Yamamoto is blue
He didn't really like having to sleep in the same room as Yamamoto, but he had to admit that having a bed to sleep on was certainly better than nothing, especially when the House was covered in snow and it was below freezing everywhere. When his bed hadn't been replaced at the end of the previous week and he'd instead received a note from the House staff saying it would not be replaced until the end of the week - he had destroyed the furniture and he had to face the consequences - he hadn't been impressed at all. Then again, sleeping in a room with someone he knew was better than sleeping with a bunch of strangers. After two weeks of sleeping in here, he'd started to get used to having the idiot around most of the time, though he'd never tell him that.
The sun was coming in through the window, annoyingly bright and annoyingly early. Clenching his eyes shut, he rolled onto his side. The bed was surprisingly warm, but he wasn't going to complain, rather he rolled towards the source of the heat, sighing softly. It was only as he started to drift off again that he sat up rather abruptly and looked to his side to find a dark-haired head popping out of the top of the sheets. Staring for a moment, he frowned as his sleep-fogged brain tried to process what he was seeing.
When his brain did catch up, he instantly kicked out, making sure the damn idiot ended up face first on the floor, in the snow. “You idiot, what the hell are you doing in my bed?!” If he woke up the rest of the House with his yelling, he really didn't give a damn - the other male could damn well deal with it!
He hadn't really been totally concious when he'd made his way into Gokudera's bed in the middle of the night. He'd just been cold and shivering and had sought out another warm body fully under instinct. The fact that it had been Gokudera was merely coincidence....Though it was probably a good thing that it wasn't Remus' bed that he'd managed to find himself in...that would have been beyond awkward.
So when he woke up head first in the snow after being unceremoniously kicked from the bed, the first thing that entered his mind was the cold again. With that, he crawled back into the bed and snuggled back against Gokudera, even going so far as to wrap his arms around the other and pull him tight to better sap his body heat.
"Maa, Gokudera...can't you just go back to bed? You didn't mind it before. If you're asleep you won't even notice it. Haha, so let's...just..." He trailed off, snuggling further under the covers and into the back of Gokudera's neck with a contented sigh.
As soon as Yamamoto was out of his bed, Gokudera curled back up into the sheets. Pushing the idiot onto the floor had let a cold draft in under the blankets that only got worse when he clambered back in. Making to roll over to yell at Yamamoto and shove him out of the bed again, he instead froze, a shiver running down the entire length of his body as Yamamoto's cold and wet body pressed against him. It was bad enough having Yamamoto pressed so tight against his back, but he'd ended up in the snow and now Gokudera was sort of regretting kicking him onto the floor - he hadn't thought far enough ahead.
“Get the hell of of me! You're cold and wet!” Flailing in Yamamoto's hold, he grumbled and cursed, trying to push the other off him. The swordsman might have been warm and comfortable under the sheets, pressed tightly against him, but Gokudera was far from it. He could feel the damp from Yamamoto soak into the t-shirt and boxers he was wearing and it made him shiver again. It almost made him wish he'd just stayed curled into the warmth and not tried to figure out where it was coming from; but then no, the thought of being all close and snugly with the other guardian was not something he liked one little bit. “You're making me cold!!”
Yamamoto was right; he didn't mind it so much before. He'd been warm and comfortable. Now he did mind it though, and he wanted the bed warm and dry and, more importantly, to himself. After this, he decided, he was sleeping in the damn lounge with sheets pilfered from some unused bed.
"Maa...that's because you kicked me in the snow...now the beds all wet..." Somewhere in his fuzzy, sleep-addled mind, Yamamoto thought of the perfect solution for all this and sighed with the effort before he threw his feet over the edge of the bed and stretched before turning back and lifting Gokudera out of it too, carrying the other across the room and tossing the other guardian into his bed.
"Haha, this is a lot better isn't it?" To make matters even more comfortable, he stripped off his wet shirt and pyjama bottoms before crawling back into his bed and resuming his position, pulling the Italian flush against him once more with another relieved sigh and was soon back on his way toward a comfortable sleep.
He couldn't actually believe this was happening. First Yamamoto had had the sheer nerve to climb into bed with him while he was sleeping, then he'd crawled back in after being kicked out, and now this. As he was lifted by the taller male, Gokudera made a rather undignified shocked noise before kicking and punching at him, yelling for him to put him the hell down before he did something drastic and painful with a stick of dynamite. He was put down, or rather tossed, onto Yamamoto's bed.
Gokudera wasn't about to complain (Yamamoto didn't seem to be planning on joining him) until the other guardian began to pull off his snow soaked shirt and bottoms. Telling himself it was the cold that was making all the blood rush to his cheeks, he turned around and burrowed under the sheets, frowning and glaring at the wall while silently begging for Yamamoto to please not get in the bed with him. This one was warm and dry and he could just fall asleep again right here...
No such luck, of course. He felt the bed dip and then arms slide around him before he was pulled back into a warm and rather naked chest. Just as he'd been getting comfortable again - did the idiot never give up?! Not looking at the other, and instead just glaring more intensely at the wall, he slapped at the arms across his stomach but made no other move to get away. He could just get used to being nice and warm and--
“Get the hell off of me, you pervert!” No! He refused to get all cuddly with another male, especially not this one. If the other gave him some bullshit story about survival techniques and laying together to keep warm in the snow and such, Gokudera was sure he was going to blow a fuse. He was awake now and he wanted up and out of bed. Maybe he'd go for breakfast and then try hide from the persistent bastard holding him prisoner.
All that squirming was not conducive to Yamamoto going back to sleep. Nor was it conducive to his comfort as an elbow landed squarely in his stomach. With a grunt of pain, he moved his arms to trap Gokudera's against his sides. He buried his face into Gokudera's hair as he brought the other closer.
"Mm...Just a little while longer...And I'm not a pervert. Who's fault is it that I'm cold in the first place since I gave you some of my blankets? The least you could do is make up for the loss of heat. Or is it so bad being close to another human being, for whatever reason. Haha, just ignore it and go back to bed. It's way too early to be up."
He would say nothing about his possible ulterior motives on the subject. Nothing about the other reasons that he could have possibly wanted to hold the other longer and why he hadn't chosen to just steal the blankets back. He was rather attached to his limbs at this point in his life and he wanted to warm the other up at little more to the subject before he could risk parting with them.
It was only moments after Yamamoto had trapped his arms against his sides, that Gokudera stopped struggling. He hated it, but Yamamoto had far greater strength in his arms than he did, and while he was held like this he wouldn't be able to get away, no matter how much he wanted.
“Idiot!! You are a pervert! And it's your own fault for climbing into bed with me! What did you expect?! That I would just let you crawl into bed with me?! Like hell!”
Yamamoto's breath against the back of his neck was warm and having the other pressed against him back did start to warm him up, despite the snow covering the room. It didn't make him any less uncomfortable though. He didn't like being this close to another person, not like this, and his reasons were his own, not ones he would share willingly with Yamamoto; ones that made this situation all the more uncomfortable. “I hate you.”
Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore the other body pressed against his own and the implications of it. Maybe if he just went to sleep like Yamamoto suggested, he'd wake up and the other guardian would be gone and he could pretend this was all a very bad dream. Beside, the implications were crazy and Gokudera was sure that they were far from true. Eventually, he relaxed a little, watching the flutter of snow as it began to fall from the ceiling instead of going to sleep.
As the other started to relax and resign himself to his fate, Yamamoto couldn't help the fairly evil chuckle that he let escape as he snuggled in deeper. "Haha, I love you too, honey." The more he let himself get comfortable, the more he found himself pulling the other closer.
The more he did, the more he feared that he was going to cross Gokudera's bizarre boundaries and end up mostly naked in the snow again. Even though he was fully aware that he was pushing it, he was more than willing to take that risk at the moment. If for no other reason than to antagonize the other for his own amusement.
The tension that had melted from his body seconds ago instantly returned as Yamamoto spoke. Not only that, but he redoubled his attempts to get out of the idiot's arms. “What the hell?! Are you a fucking fag or something?!” In his struggle, he brought his elbow back to connect as hard as he could manage with Yamamoto's ribs and wriggled out of the grasp around his waist. Even more reason to not want to be curled up with him in bed. What the hell was Yamamoto playing at?! Worse, what the hell were people going to think of him if they found out?!
Gokudera knew his cheeks were bright red again as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He wasn't entirely sure why there were burning so much but, deciding it was an angry flush, he didn't think too much on it. Instead, he grabbed a handful of snow and dropped it onto Yamamoto's face, making sure to rub it in so the idiot was good and cold. “Not a fucking pervert my ass!” Now he needed a cigarette more than he had in the whole last two weeks and he was beginning to wish he had a stick of dynamite on him right then.
And that was apparently the limit. He shivered as the snow was shoved into his face and turned to bury his head in his pillow to warm his face and shoulders back up. "Haha, wow...Gokudera I was just kidding! You didn't have to overreact so much! Haven't you ever heard of being facetious?!"
Another shudder and he pulled the blankets back around himself. "Geeze...Why would I ever say something like that seriously? I like you, sure but ....man...I know you hate me but you don't have to be so violent about it!"
His brows drawing together in another frown, Gokudera rubbed his now freezing hand over his hot cheeks, trying to cool them down. He felt stupid for reacting that way. Yamamoto wouldn't be serious about something like, it was obviously one of the idiot's stupid jokes and he'd totally overreacted to it.
There was no chance in hell he was about to admit to being wrong though, no way. The last time he'd admitted he was in the wrong in relation to Yamamoto had been bad enough, especially since he'd come clean to Tsuna. Now he had no need to, the Rain Guardian could fuck off if he though he was going to apologise for what he'd done.
“Tch, whatever.” With his bare feet hovering over the cold snow, he didn't really like the idea of leaving the room yet, or of getting up to go back to the damp bed across the room, not when the one beneath him was nice and warm. Turning a glare on Yamamoto again, he slid under the sheets, facing the idiot, but kept as close to the edge of the bed as possible. “Don't you dare try anything!” If he was lucky, he'd be able to get another hour of sleep, assuming the other didn't feel the need to harass him further.
And for for some reason, the fact that Gokudera had given in and had agreed to see reason amused him immensely. In between the amusement and his relief that he wouldn't have to go chasing after the other in the snow, in nothing but his boxers because Gokudera decided that he wanted to keep being freaked out, he somehow found the time to plot against the other just a little more.
It was evil. He would pay for it. Very hard. Probably loose a finger or two but he knew that it would be worth it in the long run. Again, the problem now was determining how far he could push the other before he would explode and how quickly.
He snuggled into the blankets further, pulling them up to his chin and making a mini-cocoon. Enough of one that would pull the blanket off of the other or force him to move closer. He yawned and closed his eyes with a chuckle. "Haha, what is it exactly that you think I'm going to do? You're the one who thought of it. How do I know you're not planning on doing something perverted?"
When seconds later, he felt the sheets being tugged away from him, he cracked his eyes open (he'd trusted the idiot enough that he'd closed his eyes in the hope that he'd fall asleep again). Watching the idiot wrap himself in a little cocoon with the sheets made him frown, and then glare when he felt the cold and the small snowflakes on his bare skin and a breeze right up his shirt. Shivering, he gripped both hands around the edge of the blankets and tugged.
“What the hell are you playing at, idiot?!” Maybe he should have gone back to the damp bed after all. At least then he would have had sheets to curl up and keep warm in. “In case you're too stupid to notice, it just started fucking snowing again! Stop stealing all the sheets!!”
Ignoring the idiot's stupid question (because honestly, what did he think Yamamoto was going to try?), he continued his tugging, trying to get the covers back but only managing to pull himself closer to the idiot. Ungripping one hand from the sheets, he punched Yamamoto in the chest, the blow dampened by his protective shell and probably not as effective as Gokudera had hoped it would be. “I'm going to fucking freeze here! Give them back!”
He chuckled as his plan working like clockwork up to this point and he snaked out a hand to grab the others wrist to prevent any more punching. One eye sliding open, he peered tiredly at the other. Really, he could go on with this teasing all night. He wasn't remotely tired any more after that snow bath he'd been forced into taking earlier.
Not to mention the refreshing face full of snow a few moments ago. He glared through that one eye, as much as he was capable and sighed labouredly. "Look, Gokudera, I'm really pretty tired. I don't want to play any more. So would you just get back here? I don't know what you're afraid of, people share body warmth all the time. It's like you're afraid that you're going to start to like it or something..." He trailed off as if he'd had a sudden revelation and opened his other eye before slowly sitting up to stare down at the other, smirk running across his features. "Oooh? Is that it, Gokudera? You like me and you don't want me to find out how much in a situation like that? Aww! You're so cute!!"
He snickered and reached to run his fingers teasingly through the others hair. "Haha, all you had to do was say something." Leaned closer in, so that their noses were almost touching. "I'm sure we could have worked something out earlier!" And so what if his teasing was a little hypocritical. It wasn't as if the other would stay around long enough to find that out...
In hindsight...maybe he'd gone a little too far...oh well...he'd live with it.
Yamamoto didn't just say any of that. He didn't. This was all a really bad dream, and he'd wake up and find out that he was in bed alone - or even better, he'd wake up in the medical wing of the Vongola base and this whole damn House would have been a bad dream. Problem was, the cold was very real and so was the warmth around his wrist and slowly, slowly, creeping up his neck and into his cheeks.
Blinking up at the guardian now sitting beside him, anything Gokudera was about to start yelling stuck in his throat for a second. Of course it wasn't that, or anything like that! Why the hell would he like that stupid idiot in the ways he was suggesting he did? He hated that stupid smile and the stupid laugh and the way he was far too familiar and touchy-feely with him all the time - he hated the stupid idiot! The only reason he suffered him, was because Tsuna cared about him, and clearly pitied him enough to let him in the family.
Finally, whatever had caught his tongue let go and his glare returned. “What the hell are you insinuating, asshole?! I hate you, you're whole stupid existence pisses me off! You were the one touching me and saying stupid things!! Now let me the hell go so I can go sleep somewhere else where I don't have to worry about you touching me and saying such idiotic things!” Gokudera wasn't honestly sure how much of what he'd yelled had come out in Japanese; he'd stopped thinking in the Asian language and his thoughts were now in his native Italian because the idiot had pissed him off so much, gotten him so flustered.
Flustered? No, he wasn't flustered! He refused to believe it! Even though the heat in his cheeks was obvious proof that he was at least a little flustered, he tried his hardest to ignore it (and to fight down said blush at the same time). Yanking his wrist out of Yamamoto's grip so hard that it actually hurt him a little, he sat up again and swung his legs over the side of the bed, this time letting his feet land on the freezing, snow covered floor. “Fuck you!” Slipping out of the bed, he walked over to the other, damp one, and rooted around in the cupboard beside it for the clothes he'd stashed there.
He was going to search this damn hell hole from top to bottom until he found a cigarette, and then he'd lock himself in the best hidden room. He needed out of this room, and away from the stupid, annoying, idiotic baseball freak. He needed two, maybe three days, or even better, a whole week, away from him before he started to think that his blushing and flustering and panicking meant that there could be an iota of truth to his stupid, baseless words! He'd deserved to be pushed into the snow, and to have that face full of snow, and really, Gokudera should go over and pull the sheets away from the swordsman and take them to go curl up in somewhere else - he'd deserve that too.
That was a good idea actually. Pulling his clothes on (disappointed that for some reason there was no dynamite stashed in them at all) he quickly moved over and grabbed the bottom of Yamamoto's sheets with both hands and tugged as hard as he could manage. He just hoped this attempt didn't land him on his ass in the snow...
Well...That was quite a bit more of an explosive reaction than he'd expected. His plan would have vary slightly. He didn't protest when Gokudera got up from the bed. He ran a hand through his hair with a yawn and sat up fully, resting his elbow on his knee, head on his fist as he watched Gokudera stomp around in the snow. Listening to his tirade and nodding appropriately.
He put up a token struggle for the blankets, just enough to ensure that the other would put a marginal amount of strength into the pulling. Enough so that it would backfire and that he would fall when Yamamoto let go of the sheet. Which he did. With a snicker. "Haha, hows it feel to be tossed into the snow, Gokudera? Better than a cold shower for getting rid of those...'urges', huh?"
Oh, he was digging his grave now. He knew it. Had known it from the start. But that didn't make teasing the other any less entertaining. He resumed his former position and stared down at the other with a smirk. "You know...if you didn't react so violently, then teasing you wouldn't be so much fun. It's like a race to see how fast you'll blow up. Haha, maybe you should take anger management!"
Gokudera sat there in the show for several rather long moments. In all honesty, somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd knew this was going to happen; there'd been a little voice telling him to just leave it and to walk out with his dignity mostly intact, because he could really do with not losing it a second week in a row. He hadn't listened to it though, and that was exactly why he was sitting there right then.
All his shock melted away (almost as fast as the snow that was melting and soaking through his trousers and boxers) as soon as Yamamoto laughed at him. He was glaring and yelling all over again, and this time it was all in Italian, with more than a handful of choice vulgar words. Getting back to his feet, he glanced down to find that the entire crotch area of his trousers was soaked and it was really rather uncomfortably cold down there. Looking back to Yamamoto, he narrowed his eyes in the most dangerous glare he could manage while he face was switching between several shades of red and pink.
“I don't like you, and I never will!! Get that into your head and stop projecting all your stupid fantasies onto me!! And next time you try something like this, you can be sure I'll shove a stick of dynamite somewhere really rather uncomfortable and make sure its fucking lit!” Turning towards the door with his last, beaten shred of dignity, he made sure that he got the last word; “And I do not need fucking anger management!” Slamming the door behind him as hard as he could, he stormed off down the hall and as far away from the idiot as he could manage. No doubt he'd only end up having him around again by the end of the day, but he could hope; and at least some time away would give him enough time to rid himself of this stupid blush, and find a way to bleach the memory of everything that had just transpired out of his mind.
Yamamoto sighed as he sank back into his bed. His nice warm and dry bed...that had previously been filled with Gokudera and still smelled like him...That was just great for his self-esteem, wasn't it? Okay...so he'd gone too far. Teased the other too much and now it was highly likely that it would be days or weeks before the Storm Guardian would say a word to him. But...He couldn't really help it. He'd been totally serious about what he'd said and had sort of hoped that Gokudera would take him up on it--he knew better though.
He'd known and yet he'd gone ahead with his teasing and had pushed the other away for the night. Hopefully, he would be able to convince the other that he was only kidding. He wasn't too skilled at lying...but Gokudera would probably be too embarrassed by the little that he'd given in to call him on the lie. At least he hoped.
When: 24 December, early morning
Where: Room 202
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Gokudera wakes to an unwelcome guest in his bed...
Gokudera is black, Yamamoto is blue
He didn't really like having to sleep in the same room as Yamamoto, but he had to admit that having a bed to sleep on was certainly better than nothing, especially when the House was covered in snow and it was below freezing everywhere. When his bed hadn't been replaced at the end of the previous week and he'd instead received a note from the House staff saying it would not be replaced until the end of the week - he had destroyed the furniture and he had to face the consequences - he hadn't been impressed at all. Then again, sleeping in a room with someone he knew was better than sleeping with a bunch of strangers. After two weeks of sleeping in here, he'd started to get used to having the idiot around most of the time, though he'd never tell him that.
The sun was coming in through the window, annoyingly bright and annoyingly early. Clenching his eyes shut, he rolled onto his side. The bed was surprisingly warm, but he wasn't going to complain, rather he rolled towards the source of the heat, sighing softly. It was only as he started to drift off again that he sat up rather abruptly and looked to his side to find a dark-haired head popping out of the top of the sheets. Staring for a moment, he frowned as his sleep-fogged brain tried to process what he was seeing.
When his brain did catch up, he instantly kicked out, making sure the damn idiot ended up face first on the floor, in the snow. “You idiot, what the hell are you doing in my bed?!” If he woke up the rest of the House with his yelling, he really didn't give a damn - the other male could damn well deal with it!
He hadn't really been totally concious when he'd made his way into Gokudera's bed in the middle of the night. He'd just been cold and shivering and had sought out another warm body fully under instinct. The fact that it had been Gokudera was merely coincidence....Though it was probably a good thing that it wasn't Remus' bed that he'd managed to find himself in...that would have been beyond awkward.
So when he woke up head first in the snow after being unceremoniously kicked from the bed, the first thing that entered his mind was the cold again. With that, he crawled back into the bed and snuggled back against Gokudera, even going so far as to wrap his arms around the other and pull him tight to better sap his body heat.
"Maa, Gokudera...can't you just go back to bed? You didn't mind it before. If you're asleep you won't even notice it. Haha, so let's...just..." He trailed off, snuggling further under the covers and into the back of Gokudera's neck with a contented sigh.
As soon as Yamamoto was out of his bed, Gokudera curled back up into the sheets. Pushing the idiot onto the floor had let a cold draft in under the blankets that only got worse when he clambered back in. Making to roll over to yell at Yamamoto and shove him out of the bed again, he instead froze, a shiver running down the entire length of his body as Yamamoto's cold and wet body pressed against him. It was bad enough having Yamamoto pressed so tight against his back, but he'd ended up in the snow and now Gokudera was sort of regretting kicking him onto the floor - he hadn't thought far enough ahead.
“Get the hell of of me! You're cold and wet!” Flailing in Yamamoto's hold, he grumbled and cursed, trying to push the other off him. The swordsman might have been warm and comfortable under the sheets, pressed tightly against him, but Gokudera was far from it. He could feel the damp from Yamamoto soak into the t-shirt and boxers he was wearing and it made him shiver again. It almost made him wish he'd just stayed curled into the warmth and not tried to figure out where it was coming from; but then no, the thought of being all close and snugly with the other guardian was not something he liked one little bit. “You're making me cold!!”
Yamamoto was right; he didn't mind it so much before. He'd been warm and comfortable. Now he did mind it though, and he wanted the bed warm and dry and, more importantly, to himself. After this, he decided, he was sleeping in the damn lounge with sheets pilfered from some unused bed.
"Maa...that's because you kicked me in the snow...now the beds all wet..." Somewhere in his fuzzy, sleep-addled mind, Yamamoto thought of the perfect solution for all this and sighed with the effort before he threw his feet over the edge of the bed and stretched before turning back and lifting Gokudera out of it too, carrying the other across the room and tossing the other guardian into his bed.
"Haha, this is a lot better isn't it?" To make matters even more comfortable, he stripped off his wet shirt and pyjama bottoms before crawling back into his bed and resuming his position, pulling the Italian flush against him once more with another relieved sigh and was soon back on his way toward a comfortable sleep.
He couldn't actually believe this was happening. First Yamamoto had had the sheer nerve to climb into bed with him while he was sleeping, then he'd crawled back in after being kicked out, and now this. As he was lifted by the taller male, Gokudera made a rather undignified shocked noise before kicking and punching at him, yelling for him to put him the hell down before he did something drastic and painful with a stick of dynamite. He was put down, or rather tossed, onto Yamamoto's bed.
Gokudera wasn't about to complain (Yamamoto didn't seem to be planning on joining him) until the other guardian began to pull off his snow soaked shirt and bottoms. Telling himself it was the cold that was making all the blood rush to his cheeks, he turned around and burrowed under the sheets, frowning and glaring at the wall while silently begging for Yamamoto to please not get in the bed with him. This one was warm and dry and he could just fall asleep again right here...
No such luck, of course. He felt the bed dip and then arms slide around him before he was pulled back into a warm and rather naked chest. Just as he'd been getting comfortable again - did the idiot never give up?! Not looking at the other, and instead just glaring more intensely at the wall, he slapped at the arms across his stomach but made no other move to get away. He could just get used to being nice and warm and--
“Get the hell off of me, you pervert!” No! He refused to get all cuddly with another male, especially not this one. If the other gave him some bullshit story about survival techniques and laying together to keep warm in the snow and such, Gokudera was sure he was going to blow a fuse. He was awake now and he wanted up and out of bed. Maybe he'd go for breakfast and then try hide from the persistent bastard holding him prisoner.
All that squirming was not conducive to Yamamoto going back to sleep. Nor was it conducive to his comfort as an elbow landed squarely in his stomach. With a grunt of pain, he moved his arms to trap Gokudera's against his sides. He buried his face into Gokudera's hair as he brought the other closer.
"Mm...Just a little while longer...And I'm not a pervert. Who's fault is it that I'm cold in the first place since I gave you some of my blankets? The least you could do is make up for the loss of heat. Or is it so bad being close to another human being, for whatever reason. Haha, just ignore it and go back to bed. It's way too early to be up."
He would say nothing about his possible ulterior motives on the subject. Nothing about the other reasons that he could have possibly wanted to hold the other longer and why he hadn't chosen to just steal the blankets back. He was rather attached to his limbs at this point in his life and he wanted to warm the other up at little more to the subject before he could risk parting with them.
It was only moments after Yamamoto had trapped his arms against his sides, that Gokudera stopped struggling. He hated it, but Yamamoto had far greater strength in his arms than he did, and while he was held like this he wouldn't be able to get away, no matter how much he wanted.
“Idiot!! You are a pervert! And it's your own fault for climbing into bed with me! What did you expect?! That I would just let you crawl into bed with me?! Like hell!”
Yamamoto's breath against the back of his neck was warm and having the other pressed against him back did start to warm him up, despite the snow covering the room. It didn't make him any less uncomfortable though. He didn't like being this close to another person, not like this, and his reasons were his own, not ones he would share willingly with Yamamoto; ones that made this situation all the more uncomfortable. “I hate you.”
Closing his eyes, he tried to ignore the other body pressed against his own and the implications of it. Maybe if he just went to sleep like Yamamoto suggested, he'd wake up and the other guardian would be gone and he could pretend this was all a very bad dream. Beside, the implications were crazy and Gokudera was sure that they were far from true. Eventually, he relaxed a little, watching the flutter of snow as it began to fall from the ceiling instead of going to sleep.
As the other started to relax and resign himself to his fate, Yamamoto couldn't help the fairly evil chuckle that he let escape as he snuggled in deeper. "Haha, I love you too, honey." The more he let himself get comfortable, the more he found himself pulling the other closer.
The more he did, the more he feared that he was going to cross Gokudera's bizarre boundaries and end up mostly naked in the snow again. Even though he was fully aware that he was pushing it, he was more than willing to take that risk at the moment. If for no other reason than to antagonize the other for his own amusement.
The tension that had melted from his body seconds ago instantly returned as Yamamoto spoke. Not only that, but he redoubled his attempts to get out of the idiot's arms. “What the hell?! Are you a fucking fag or something?!” In his struggle, he brought his elbow back to connect as hard as he could manage with Yamamoto's ribs and wriggled out of the grasp around his waist. Even more reason to not want to be curled up with him in bed. What the hell was Yamamoto playing at?! Worse, what the hell were people going to think of him if they found out?!
Gokudera knew his cheeks were bright red again as he sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed. He wasn't entirely sure why there were burning so much but, deciding it was an angry flush, he didn't think too much on it. Instead, he grabbed a handful of snow and dropped it onto Yamamoto's face, making sure to rub it in so the idiot was good and cold. “Not a fucking pervert my ass!” Now he needed a cigarette more than he had in the whole last two weeks and he was beginning to wish he had a stick of dynamite on him right then.
And that was apparently the limit. He shivered as the snow was shoved into his face and turned to bury his head in his pillow to warm his face and shoulders back up. "Haha, wow...Gokudera I was just kidding! You didn't have to overreact so much! Haven't you ever heard of being facetious?!"
Another shudder and he pulled the blankets back around himself. "Geeze...Why would I ever say something like that seriously? I like you, sure but ....man...I know you hate me but you don't have to be so violent about it!"
His brows drawing together in another frown, Gokudera rubbed his now freezing hand over his hot cheeks, trying to cool them down. He felt stupid for reacting that way. Yamamoto wouldn't be serious about something like, it was obviously one of the idiot's stupid jokes and he'd totally overreacted to it.
There was no chance in hell he was about to admit to being wrong though, no way. The last time he'd admitted he was in the wrong in relation to Yamamoto had been bad enough, especially since he'd come clean to Tsuna. Now he had no need to, the Rain Guardian could fuck off if he though he was going to apologise for what he'd done.
“Tch, whatever.” With his bare feet hovering over the cold snow, he didn't really like the idea of leaving the room yet, or of getting up to go back to the damp bed across the room, not when the one beneath him was nice and warm. Turning a glare on Yamamoto again, he slid under the sheets, facing the idiot, but kept as close to the edge of the bed as possible. “Don't you dare try anything!” If he was lucky, he'd be able to get another hour of sleep, assuming the other didn't feel the need to harass him further.
And for for some reason, the fact that Gokudera had given in and had agreed to see reason amused him immensely. In between the amusement and his relief that he wouldn't have to go chasing after the other in the snow, in nothing but his boxers because Gokudera decided that he wanted to keep being freaked out, he somehow found the time to plot against the other just a little more.
It was evil. He would pay for it. Very hard. Probably loose a finger or two but he knew that it would be worth it in the long run. Again, the problem now was determining how far he could push the other before he would explode and how quickly.
He snuggled into the blankets further, pulling them up to his chin and making a mini-cocoon. Enough of one that would pull the blanket off of the other or force him to move closer. He yawned and closed his eyes with a chuckle. "Haha, what is it exactly that you think I'm going to do? You're the one who thought of it. How do I know you're not planning on doing something perverted?"
When seconds later, he felt the sheets being tugged away from him, he cracked his eyes open (he'd trusted the idiot enough that he'd closed his eyes in the hope that he'd fall asleep again). Watching the idiot wrap himself in a little cocoon with the sheets made him frown, and then glare when he felt the cold and the small snowflakes on his bare skin and a breeze right up his shirt. Shivering, he gripped both hands around the edge of the blankets and tugged.
“What the hell are you playing at, idiot?!” Maybe he should have gone back to the damp bed after all. At least then he would have had sheets to curl up and keep warm in. “In case you're too stupid to notice, it just started fucking snowing again! Stop stealing all the sheets!!”
Ignoring the idiot's stupid question (because honestly, what did he think Yamamoto was going to try?), he continued his tugging, trying to get the covers back but only managing to pull himself closer to the idiot. Ungripping one hand from the sheets, he punched Yamamoto in the chest, the blow dampened by his protective shell and probably not as effective as Gokudera had hoped it would be. “I'm going to fucking freeze here! Give them back!”
He chuckled as his plan working like clockwork up to this point and he snaked out a hand to grab the others wrist to prevent any more punching. One eye sliding open, he peered tiredly at the other. Really, he could go on with this teasing all night. He wasn't remotely tired any more after that snow bath he'd been forced into taking earlier.
Not to mention the refreshing face full of snow a few moments ago. He glared through that one eye, as much as he was capable and sighed labouredly. "Look, Gokudera, I'm really pretty tired. I don't want to play any more. So would you just get back here? I don't know what you're afraid of, people share body warmth all the time. It's like you're afraid that you're going to start to like it or something..." He trailed off as if he'd had a sudden revelation and opened his other eye before slowly sitting up to stare down at the other, smirk running across his features. "Oooh? Is that it, Gokudera? You like me and you don't want me to find out how much in a situation like that? Aww! You're so cute!!"
He snickered and reached to run his fingers teasingly through the others hair. "Haha, all you had to do was say something." Leaned closer in, so that their noses were almost touching. "I'm sure we could have worked something out earlier!" And so what if his teasing was a little hypocritical. It wasn't as if the other would stay around long enough to find that out...
In hindsight...maybe he'd gone a little too far...oh well...he'd live with it.
Yamamoto didn't just say any of that. He didn't. This was all a really bad dream, and he'd wake up and find out that he was in bed alone - or even better, he'd wake up in the medical wing of the Vongola base and this whole damn House would have been a bad dream. Problem was, the cold was very real and so was the warmth around his wrist and slowly, slowly, creeping up his neck and into his cheeks.
Blinking up at the guardian now sitting beside him, anything Gokudera was about to start yelling stuck in his throat for a second. Of course it wasn't that, or anything like that! Why the hell would he like that stupid idiot in the ways he was suggesting he did? He hated that stupid smile and the stupid laugh and the way he was far too familiar and touchy-feely with him all the time - he hated the stupid idiot! The only reason he suffered him, was because Tsuna cared about him, and clearly pitied him enough to let him in the family.
Finally, whatever had caught his tongue let go and his glare returned. “What the hell are you insinuating, asshole?! I hate you, you're whole stupid existence pisses me off! You were the one touching me and saying stupid things!! Now let me the hell go so I can go sleep somewhere else where I don't have to worry about you touching me and saying such idiotic things!” Gokudera wasn't honestly sure how much of what he'd yelled had come out in Japanese; he'd stopped thinking in the Asian language and his thoughts were now in his native Italian because the idiot had pissed him off so much, gotten him so flustered.
Flustered? No, he wasn't flustered! He refused to believe it! Even though the heat in his cheeks was obvious proof that he was at least a little flustered, he tried his hardest to ignore it (and to fight down said blush at the same time). Yanking his wrist out of Yamamoto's grip so hard that it actually hurt him a little, he sat up again and swung his legs over the side of the bed, this time letting his feet land on the freezing, snow covered floor. “Fuck you!” Slipping out of the bed, he walked over to the other, damp one, and rooted around in the cupboard beside it for the clothes he'd stashed there.
He was going to search this damn hell hole from top to bottom until he found a cigarette, and then he'd lock himself in the best hidden room. He needed out of this room, and away from the stupid, annoying, idiotic baseball freak. He needed two, maybe three days, or even better, a whole week, away from him before he started to think that his blushing and flustering and panicking meant that there could be an iota of truth to his stupid, baseless words! He'd deserved to be pushed into the snow, and to have that face full of snow, and really, Gokudera should go over and pull the sheets away from the swordsman and take them to go curl up in somewhere else - he'd deserve that too.
That was a good idea actually. Pulling his clothes on (disappointed that for some reason there was no dynamite stashed in them at all) he quickly moved over and grabbed the bottom of Yamamoto's sheets with both hands and tugged as hard as he could manage. He just hoped this attempt didn't land him on his ass in the snow...
Well...That was quite a bit more of an explosive reaction than he'd expected. His plan would have vary slightly. He didn't protest when Gokudera got up from the bed. He ran a hand through his hair with a yawn and sat up fully, resting his elbow on his knee, head on his fist as he watched Gokudera stomp around in the snow. Listening to his tirade and nodding appropriately.
He put up a token struggle for the blankets, just enough to ensure that the other would put a marginal amount of strength into the pulling. Enough so that it would backfire and that he would fall when Yamamoto let go of the sheet. Which he did. With a snicker. "Haha, hows it feel to be tossed into the snow, Gokudera? Better than a cold shower for getting rid of those...'urges', huh?"
Oh, he was digging his grave now. He knew it. Had known it from the start. But that didn't make teasing the other any less entertaining. He resumed his former position and stared down at the other with a smirk. "You know...if you didn't react so violently, then teasing you wouldn't be so much fun. It's like a race to see how fast you'll blow up. Haha, maybe you should take anger management!"
Gokudera sat there in the show for several rather long moments. In all honesty, somewhere in the back of his mind, he'd knew this was going to happen; there'd been a little voice telling him to just leave it and to walk out with his dignity mostly intact, because he could really do with not losing it a second week in a row. He hadn't listened to it though, and that was exactly why he was sitting there right then.
All his shock melted away (almost as fast as the snow that was melting and soaking through his trousers and boxers) as soon as Yamamoto laughed at him. He was glaring and yelling all over again, and this time it was all in Italian, with more than a handful of choice vulgar words. Getting back to his feet, he glanced down to find that the entire crotch area of his trousers was soaked and it was really rather uncomfortably cold down there. Looking back to Yamamoto, he narrowed his eyes in the most dangerous glare he could manage while he face was switching between several shades of red and pink.
“I don't like you, and I never will!! Get that into your head and stop projecting all your stupid fantasies onto me!! And next time you try something like this, you can be sure I'll shove a stick of dynamite somewhere really rather uncomfortable and make sure its fucking lit!” Turning towards the door with his last, beaten shred of dignity, he made sure that he got the last word; “And I do not need fucking anger management!” Slamming the door behind him as hard as he could, he stormed off down the hall and as far away from the idiot as he could manage. No doubt he'd only end up having him around again by the end of the day, but he could hope; and at least some time away would give him enough time to rid himself of this stupid blush, and find a way to bleach the memory of everything that had just transpired out of his mind.
Yamamoto sighed as he sank back into his bed. His nice warm and dry bed...that had previously been filled with Gokudera and still smelled like him...That was just great for his self-esteem, wasn't it? Okay...so he'd gone too far. Teased the other too much and now it was highly likely that it would be days or weeks before the Storm Guardian would say a word to him. But...He couldn't really help it. He'd been totally serious about what he'd said and had sort of hoped that Gokudera would take him up on it--he knew better though.
He'd known and yet he'd gone ahead with his teasing and had pushed the other away for the night. Hopefully, he would be able to convince the other that he was only kidding. He wasn't too skilled at lying...but Gokudera would probably be too embarrassed by the little that he'd given in to call him on the lie. At least he hoped.