Sacrifices: Part VI
Part VI
A/N: This is the final part!!! Yay!
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One week later…
"It's great to be back," Gokudera said to Tsuna as he stepped into his flat. "I'll see you tomorrow Tenth!"
He waved good-bye before moving to open curtains and windows. While his flat looked like it had been cleaned recently, he wanted to have fresh air and sunlight. Walking over to the windows in his living room, he pulled them apart, letting light beam into the room. Turning around, he yelped. Sitting on his couch was Yamamoto Takeshi, his face completely void of emotions. Both men stared at each other for a few moments.
"The girls came over yesterday and cleaned the place up," Yamamoto said monotonously. It was the last straw for Gokudera. For six months he had kept his feelings bottled up. Now, they came pouring out like an avalanche.
There was a loud impact as Gokudera's fist hit Yamamoto's cheek. "Is that all you have to say you goddamned bastard? Well, fuck you! I thought--I was--I should've known. Get out. GET OUT!"
The moment the words came out of Gokudera's mouth, he wished desperately that they hadn’t. But to his dismay, Yamamoto stood up abruptly and walked away. The clicking noise of his front door shutting was the last straw.
"FUCK!" He grabbed a vase and threw it at the wall, watching as it shattered on impact. It was like a hurricane was let loose. Everything that came into his hand broke and shattered against the wall. He cursed and yelled throughout the entire time. Finally, he fell to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU, you goddamn idiot!" He all but yelled at the wall. Suddenly, a hot hand was gripping his chin and he was being kissed hard. His eyes widened as they took in Yamamoto's face. When Yamamoto pulled away, he still had a deer in head lights look. Yamamoto swept his thumb across Gokudera's cheek, wiping away tears. Gokudera stared at him, not daring to speak. Yamamoto gently held Gokudera's face with both his hands and placed a kiss on his temple. Gokudera tensed as the kisses slowly moved down his face, touching his cheeks, nose, eyes, chin, and finally his lips in the lightest of touches.
Yamamoto looked straight into his eyes before stating, "I love you. And I'm never going to let you go."
With that, he leaned closer, hesitating for only a second before pressing his lips against Gokudera's. Pulling back slightly, he looked at Gokudera before leaning in. This time, Gokudera met him halfway, his hands coming up to grasp Takeshi's shirt. There was so much to discuss, but Gokudera would be damned if he let go of Takeshi at this moment. He needed this like he needed air. He needed to know that they were going to be okay. He needed to know that Yamamoto loved him as much as he loved Yamamoto.
The kiss became hungrier, Gokudera pressing his tongue against the seam of Takeshi's lips, begging entrance. It was granted immediately as Yamamoto deepened the kiss. Gokudera wrapped his arms tightly across Takeshi's torso, trying to merge himself into the other man. His hands made it up to the dark hair before he yanked the head down harder, biting the other man's lip.
"Hayato…"Takeshi moaned as Gokudera rolled his hips. "Hayato, Hayato, stop. You're injured."
"I don't care," Gokudera muttered through kisses. "I'm not losing you ever again."
"You have me," Yamamotoreplied, pulling out of the kiss. Gokudera growled. "But right now you're still recovering."
"I said, " Gokudera snapped, "that it doesn't matter."
"Hayato," Yamamoto said gently. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm never going anywhere."
Gokudera tensed when the other man so quickly figured out what was bothering him. "You don't know that."
"I do Hayato. I should have known that something was up. I should have known from the second you had that argument with Tsuna. But I was so blind."
"Damn straight. How could you have thought that I would throw away the only family that I'd ever had?"
"I'm an idiot," Yamamoto said simply, the corner of his lips twitching. "You've said so enough times yourself. But you should have told me."
Gokudera shuddered as Yamamoto wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times, but the mission…"
Yamamoto's grip tensed around him. "I never want to see you die again. And I never want you to sacrifice any part of you for a mission."
Gokudera gently kissed the scar on Takeshi's chin. "You know the Family will always come first. But I promise there won't be any more sacrifices like this."
"Good," Yamamoto said simply before smirking. "But the arm is kinda hot."
Gokudera grinned. That one comment made all that he had done worth it. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. We should experiment on it. You know, sensitivity, reaction to different stimuli, that sort of scientific stuff you like."
"Well," Gokudera said pondering the comment. "I suppose we could. But you should know, an experiment must be repeated multiple times for accuracy."
"That's the best idea you've had yet." And with that, Yamamoto hoisted the other man over his shoulder and stalked into the bedroom, the door slamming behind him. A soft thump followed by quiet chuckles filled the entire flat before they were cut off by a groan.
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Tsuna was glad to see his Storm Guardian in a much, much better mood the next afternoon. He was, simply put, glowing. He smiled at Tsuna as he handed in his report for the mission. Turning around and walking out the door, Tsuna couldn’t help but notice how he limped ever so slightly. He heard a small yelp from outside his door followed by an "Idiot, not here!" Chuckling, he turned back to his paper work. It seemed that all was well in the Vongola household.
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And so the saga is complete!
Please Let me know what you think :)
A/N: This is the final part!!! Yay!
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One week later…
"It's great to be back," Gokudera said to Tsuna as he stepped into his flat. "I'll see you tomorrow Tenth!"
He waved good-bye before moving to open curtains and windows. While his flat looked like it had been cleaned recently, he wanted to have fresh air and sunlight. Walking over to the windows in his living room, he pulled them apart, letting light beam into the room. Turning around, he yelped. Sitting on his couch was Yamamoto Takeshi, his face completely void of emotions. Both men stared at each other for a few moments.
"The girls came over yesterday and cleaned the place up," Yamamoto said monotonously. It was the last straw for Gokudera. For six months he had kept his feelings bottled up. Now, they came pouring out like an avalanche.
There was a loud impact as Gokudera's fist hit Yamamoto's cheek. "Is that all you have to say you goddamned bastard? Well, fuck you! I thought--I was--I should've known. Get out. GET OUT!"
The moment the words came out of Gokudera's mouth, he wished desperately that they hadn’t. But to his dismay, Yamamoto stood up abruptly and walked away. The clicking noise of his front door shutting was the last straw.
"FUCK!" He grabbed a vase and threw it at the wall, watching as it shattered on impact. It was like a hurricane was let loose. Everything that came into his hand broke and shattered against the wall. He cursed and yelled throughout the entire time. Finally, he fell to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck. I love you. I love you. I LOVE YOU, you goddamn idiot!" He all but yelled at the wall. Suddenly, a hot hand was gripping his chin and he was being kissed hard. His eyes widened as they took in Yamamoto's face. When Yamamoto pulled away, he still had a deer in head lights look. Yamamoto swept his thumb across Gokudera's cheek, wiping away tears. Gokudera stared at him, not daring to speak. Yamamoto gently held Gokudera's face with both his hands and placed a kiss on his temple. Gokudera tensed as the kisses slowly moved down his face, touching his cheeks, nose, eyes, chin, and finally his lips in the lightest of touches.
Yamamoto looked straight into his eyes before stating, "I love you. And I'm never going to let you go."
With that, he leaned closer, hesitating for only a second before pressing his lips against Gokudera's. Pulling back slightly, he looked at Gokudera before leaning in. This time, Gokudera met him halfway, his hands coming up to grasp Takeshi's shirt. There was so much to discuss, but Gokudera would be damned if he let go of Takeshi at this moment. He needed this like he needed air. He needed to know that they were going to be okay. He needed to know that Yamamoto loved him as much as he loved Yamamoto.
The kiss became hungrier, Gokudera pressing his tongue against the seam of Takeshi's lips, begging entrance. It was granted immediately as Yamamoto deepened the kiss. Gokudera wrapped his arms tightly across Takeshi's torso, trying to merge himself into the other man. His hands made it up to the dark hair before he yanked the head down harder, biting the other man's lip.
"Hayato…"Takeshi moaned as Gokudera rolled his hips. "Hayato, Hayato, stop. You're injured."
"I don't care," Gokudera muttered through kisses. "I'm not losing you ever again."
"You have me," Yamamotoreplied, pulling out of the kiss. Gokudera growled. "But right now you're still recovering."
"I said, " Gokudera snapped, "that it doesn't matter."
"Hayato," Yamamoto said gently. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm never going anywhere."
Gokudera tensed when the other man so quickly figured out what was bothering him. "You don't know that."
"I do Hayato. I should have known that something was up. I should have known from the second you had that argument with Tsuna. But I was so blind."
"Damn straight. How could you have thought that I would throw away the only family that I'd ever had?"
"I'm an idiot," Yamamoto said simply, the corner of his lips twitching. "You've said so enough times yourself. But you should have told me."
Gokudera shuddered as Yamamoto wrapped his arms around him. "I'm sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times, but the mission…"
Yamamoto's grip tensed around him. "I never want to see you die again. And I never want you to sacrifice any part of you for a mission."
Gokudera gently kissed the scar on Takeshi's chin. "You know the Family will always come first. But I promise there won't be any more sacrifices like this."
"Good," Yamamoto said simply before smirking. "But the arm is kinda hot."
Gokudera grinned. That one comment made all that he had done worth it. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. We should experiment on it. You know, sensitivity, reaction to different stimuli, that sort of scientific stuff you like."
"Well," Gokudera said pondering the comment. "I suppose we could. But you should know, an experiment must be repeated multiple times for accuracy."
"That's the best idea you've had yet." And with that, Yamamoto hoisted the other man over his shoulder and stalked into the bedroom, the door slamming behind him. A soft thump followed by quiet chuckles filled the entire flat before they were cut off by a groan.
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Tsuna was glad to see his Storm Guardian in a much, much better mood the next afternoon. He was, simply put, glowing. He smiled at Tsuna as he handed in his report for the mission. Turning around and walking out the door, Tsuna couldn’t help but notice how he limped ever so slightly. He heard a small yelp from outside his door followed by an "Idiot, not here!" Chuckling, he turned back to his paper work. It seemed that all was well in the Vongola household.
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And so the saga is complete!
Please Let me know what you think :)