Mafia Dreams

“You’re going to kill yourself with those things one of these days.”

Gokudera Hayato looked up in the middle of a deep drag from his cigarette, leaning back against the back wall of the school, raising an eyebrow questioningly. Grey green eyes met brown and Gokudera rolled his eyes and looked away. “Mind your own business, baseball freak.” And just to piss him off he took another deep drag from his cancer stick and blew the smoke out in the base ball player’s direction.

Yamamoto smiled sheepishly, but wasn’t deterred by Gokudera’s usual sour behavior, waving the smoke away and leaning against the wall next to the silver-haired teen, ignoring the piercing glare the other was giving him. They stood there in silence for who knew how long before Yamamoto decided that he didn’t like the silence anymore. “Ne, why are you back here smoking?”

Gokudera sighed heavily; realizing that ignoring the other wasn’t going to make him go away. Leave it to the baseball freak to be completely oblivious. “That Hibari jerk is being an ass about letting me smoke where I want, and ignoring him only causes trouble for Juudaime, so I decided that smoking back here would probably be best, since the reception room faces the front of the school.

“Soka…” Yamamoto nodded in understanding, surprised and a little impressed that the rain guardian was actually being sensitive to Tsuna’s needs. Usually he completely ignored what Tsuna actually wanted while trying to be useful. He shook his head, “But really Gokudera, you should quit that nasty habit. It’s bad for you.” And here we go again.

“It’s none of your business, baseball freak. It’s my body; I can do what I want with it.” It was a lame excuse, but it worked since it was usually the end of the conversation. It appeared that it wouldn’t be this time, though.

Yamamoto sighed, “Won’t you even reconsider?” He was answered by a soft snort and another face full of smoke, which made him cough and wave the billowing gray away again. “If not for yourself then for your friends?” This got another incredulous eyebrow raised at him, “For Tsuna?” It was a cheap shot, he knew it, but it always got the silver haired teen’s attention.

“For the Juudaime? Why would it be important to the Juudaime that I quit smoking?” Gokudera couldn’t help but be a little curious. He was sure the idiot was just being full of shit, but he couldn’t take that chance, not if he wanted to be the best right hand man for his Juudaime.

Yamamoto nodded, “Well think about it. Smoking is proven to be bad for your health, it messes up your body all over and it can shorten your lifespan by years and years,” the baseball player started showing far more intelligence than he usually did. It wasn’t that he was stupid; he just had other things on his mind most of the time that he deemed more important to his time. He went on, “All your smoking is cutting away years from your lifespan and if you die then you can’t be Tsuna’s right hand.”

That seemed to really get Gokudera’s attention, the smoking stick in his hand twitching a little, burning on it’s own since the storm guardian hadn’t taken a drag since Yamamoto had started his explanation. But it seemed that it wasn’t enough so the rain guardian went on, “More than that, second hand smoking is worse for the people around you than you smoking by itself. Because we’re all inhaling that smoke that you’re exhaling, it has all the same bad side affects, but worse since we’re taking it directly into our own bodies. So that means that not only are you shortening your life span with those ugly sticks, but your drastically cutting Tsuna’s life shorter, too by smoking in front of him.”

That did it, the stick feel from slack fingers to bounce on the floor and the silver-haired teen idly stomped it out. There was no way he could have kept on with it when he knew that it was possibly hurting Tsuna. He didn’t look happy about it though. “How do you know all that stuff, baseball freak?” Not that he didn’t know it already himself, he just hadn’t really thought about it that way before when he came to his own situation.

Yamamoto shrugged, “Just looked it up.”

Gokudera snorted softly, “Did you really want me to quit smoking that badly?”

“Haha, well yeah,” Yamamoto chuckled softly, “It’s bad for you, and it makes your breath stink.” The last got him a hot glare on an equally hotly flushed face.

“Sh-shut up, you stupid baseball freak!” though all the same Gokudera pulled a small tin of mints from his pocket and popped two into his mouth.

Yamamoto smiled, “Thanks Gokudera, it really means a lot to me.

“Che… I didn’t do it for you.”

“Haha, I guess not.”

They fell into a comfortable silence, Gokudera raising his arms up and behind him to pillow his head against them as he worked the mints in his mouth and Yamamoto smiled serenely just being by his side. A gentle wind blew past them. The rain guardian was actually surprised that Gokudera hadn’t asked (see: told) him to leave or what he was still doing there, both of them just staring ahead at the scenery behind their school which had sloping wooded hills. He would glance at the storm guardian once in a while, when he was sure the other wouldn’t be looking back to catch him looking. The way the sun gleamed in the pale silvery hair, given it an oddly golden orange glint, those intense gray green eyes looking straight forward. Not for the first time, Yamamoto had to admit to himself that the other teen was attractive. He could see why the girls went crazy for him despite his sour disposition.

That wasn’t the only think he was noticing right now, though. Mints fully dissolved and gone at this point, the silver haired teen had fidgeted in place a bit, then started to tug his bottom lip between his teeth thoughtfully before sighing heavily, bringing a hand up to his mouth and nibbling on the pad of his thumb instead, looking lost in his thoughts. This went on quite a few minutes and when the shorter teen actually dipped his thumb into his mouth only to pull it back with a scrape of his teeth and a flick of his tongue, Yamamoto felt he had to say something, hoping that his face wasn’t burning red.

“You have an oral fixation, don’t you Gokudera?”

“W-what?!” the storm guardian blushed darkly, though he was mostly surprised that Yamamoto even knew what ‘oral fixation’ even meant. Maybe he didn’t. “Don’t say stupid things like that, you baseball idiot!”

“Maa maa, calm down Gokudera,” Yamamoto waved his hands in a non-threatening gesture against the defensive teen, “I was just asking because… well you’re always smoking your cigarettes and now you have your fingers in your mouth, playing with your lips, tongue and teeth. It’s just what it looks like, that’s all.”

Gokudera felt the hot flush grow darker and he glared at the taller teen, “How the hell do you even know what that means anyways?!”

Yamamoto shrugged, “I just looked it up…I wondered about it for a while, actually. Why you always had to have a cigarette in your mouth, though chances were just as good that you just had a nicotine addiction.”

Gokudera just stared in the rain guardian in shock. He really didn’t consider this type of intelligence from the usually vapidly smiling baseball player, but now that he thought about it, those times that he tutored them both, even though he only wanted to tutor his juudaime, Yamamoto was actually fast on picking up the material, always claiming that it was his baseball practices that kept him from studying most of the time. If the idiot was really this smart and wasting it all on baseball than he really was nothing more than an idiot. What a waste.

“Whatever, I don’t have an oral fixation, you stupid baseball freak.” He hoped that would be the end of it, Yamamoto was usually good at reading when it was really time to back off. It appeared that he didn’t get a good reading today or just decided to ignore the signs.

As it was Yamamoto just looked at him curiously for a long moment, head tilted slightly to the side as if he was seriously studying him.

Gokudera felt a nerve twitch at his temple, his temper running short quickly, “What are you looking at?! Why are you even still here? What do you want?!” He felt irritated enough that he didn’t have his cigarettes to calm his usually frazzled nerves, now this idiot just wasn’t leaving him alone!

As if to answer his question, the short, spiky haired teen, with lightening fast reflexes, grabbed him by his shoulders and yanked him forward hard, making his head his head snap back a bit from the force of it, which made it perfect for the lips that descended down on his own.

Grey green eyes widened in shock, looking up at the eyes above his that were closed in their usual smiling gesture, felt those slightly chapped lips move against his own, warm, unrelenting, shocking him still though every nerve in his body was telling him to shove the taller teen away and blow him the hell up! He didn’t, he didn’t move at all, and Yamamoto saw that as all the permission he needed, running his tongue over the seam of his lips.

Gokudera gasped, just as Yamamoto expected him to, giving him the chance to deepen the kiss further, plundering that warm mouth that tasted of mints. He smirked when he felt the shorter teen shudder against him, the relaxation of muscles that meant he was giving in, and more importantly, the feel of those surprisingly soft lips moving against his own as Gokudera finally returned the kiss.

He pushed Gokudera’s back against the hard wall of the school’s exterior, feeling his hands grip into his school jacket in response, the shorter teen tilting his head up a little higher to deepen the kiss, the soft moan that was muffled between their joined lips. Gokudera attacked his tongue to make up for his inability to attack Yamamoto directly. He warred it against his own, sucking on it hard, drawing muffled groans from the taller teen and when he felt those teeth nibble at his own bottom lip Yamamoto couldn’t help but break the kiss in a short laugh. “You really do have an oral fixation, Gokudera. You’re enjoying this a lot.”

Gokudera’s eyes, hazed over from the intensity of the kiss, widened and cleared back up in shock, trying to pull back, but only meeting the unresisting block of the wall, and he couldn’t help but lick his kiss full and reddened lips. “A-ah… y-you… W-what the hell do you think you were doing?! Get the fuck off me you stupid freak before I blow you u- mnph!” He was cut off when those lips were over his again, and despite his initial tensing, despite the way his defenses told him to push the taller boy away he couldn’t help but give in once more, hands once again fisting into the taller boy’s jacket, pulling it and his shirt up just a little. Gods, what the hell was going on?!

Yamamoto could have almost laughed at how easy Gokudera gave in this time, but that would have been the wrong thing to do. He angled his head to deepen the kiss again, moaning softly when he was met with no resistance but instead the storm guardian’s eager compliance, lips parting readily this time, sucking on Yamamoto’s bottom lip for a moment, then his tongue when the slick muscle replaced it, making the taller teen feel a fine shudder of arousal race down his spine.

Yamamoto slid one hand behind Gokudera’s head to hold in place, not ready to let go of the joining of their lips anytime soon, and with his other hand he started to gently memorize that body that under normal circumstances Gokudera would have kicked him in the face for even staring at. He felt the silver haired boy tremble under his touch, but didn’t resist and he had to sigh in relief.

He honestly had no idea what had possessed him to do this, but he knew that sometimes you just have to go by your instincts and he hadn’t been disappointed. He pushed his hand under the untucked shirt to trace his fingers over that slim belly, chuckling against his lips when Gokudera arched and keened softly against the feel of his rough fingertips and palm, smoothing his hand up higher, lifting the shirt with him until his chest was exposed indecently.

Yamamoto broke the kiss with a soft pant, his eyes sweeping over the heaving body of the panting teen before him. He loved the light flush that seemed to be dusting all of Gokudera’s body, and even more he loved the way that even his nipples were pale, though a few shades darker than the rest of him, and they were already hardening to being so suddenly exposed to the cool air past the warm barrier of his shirt. He licked his lips, tempted to suck on those little, pointed nipples and he started to wonder if maybe he had an oral fixation, too. ‘Nah, Gokudera just has really cute nipples,’ he decided for himself. Instead he smoothed his hand over his chest, smiling just a little more to see the way that chest arched forward into his touch, and the pad of his thumb just circled one of the hardening nubs, and Gokudera made the cutest noise in surprise, sending another jolt down Yamamoto’s spine. He hadn’t realized that Gokudera could make sounds like that.

His own heated gaze lifted back up to meet the darkened and glazed, half-lidded eyes of the shorter teen, the way those pale lashes fluttered against his cheeks before they looked up at him again. There was still defiance in those eyes, though his body no longer seemed to be resisting. It made him wonder if maybe, just maybe, Gokudera had felt the same for him all along.

“W-what are you doing… Y-you baseball freak..?” his words were biting, if breathless and it only amused the taller boy more just squeezing the pebbly hard flesh of his nipple between his index finger and thumb and Gokudera made that cute little gasping noise again. He didn’t answer him; he didn’t feel that he had to. It was quite obvious what he was doing, after all.

Still it was better to be safe than sorry, so in his larger hand he pinned Gokudera’s arms above his head by his wrist, guaranteeing that he wouldn’t punch him or reach for his dynamite. He felt the other struggle, try to tug his hands free to no avail, arch and strain his body forward as if trying to dislodge his body so he could lose his balance. That didn’t work either.

“Y-you..! You stupid baseball freak! Let me go!” the silver haired teen shouted when struggling got him no where, not that he stopped in his struggling.

“Calm down, Gokudera,” Yamamoto tried to placate, to no avail of course.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘calm down’?! How the hell do you want me to calm down at a time like this?! I swear the moment you let me go I’m going to kick your ass!”

Yamamoto laughed sheepishly, “That’s not much incentive to make me let you go, Gokudera…”

“Idiot! Let me go! Let me go right now!” Gokudera pressed on. Yamamoto sighed and decided to just kiss the other teen again; it seemed to stop the arguing.

And it did, though this time the storm guardian put up more of a struggle, but Yamamoto nibbled on Gokudera’s bottom lip and the storm guardian melted into his arms with a soft moan, starting to return the kiss once more, but the fire was merely banked now, not put out. Yamamoto loved the shorter teen’s fiery nature. The rain guardian was feeling playful now, though, breaking the kiss as soon as he felt Gokudera completely give into him, chuckling when the other panted for breath and called him a bastard.

“I can’t help it, Gokudera… I want to taste more of you…” Yamamoto replied honestly with a soft laugh.

“Che… W-who… who’s the one with the oral fixation now…?” Gokudera huffed with a glaring pout. It seemed like he had given up on fighting his fate by this point, his face flushed and his body squirming in arousal the other boy had brought out in him, eyes dark and half-lidded.

Yamamoto just laughed; pecking him on the lips then ducked his head lower following a trail down his throat, lightly flicking his tongue beside his Adams apple, sucking gently on the speedy pulse he found there, making Gokudera gasp and squirm against him, leaving behind a little lasting mark then down to the juncture of his neck and throat, leaving another little mark there. Down his collar bone, over his chest he left these little reddening marks before his lips finally latched around one of his cute little nipples, relishing in Gokudera’s keening gasp. Really, he made such cute, addictive sounds

His free hand cupped the shorter teen’s cheek as he worked the hard bud of flesh between his teeth, swirling around it with his tongue, getting more and more of those surprisingly cute sounds from the usually sour teen. His fingers slipped along his throat and jaw in a gently caress, slipping just behind the shell of the other boy’s ears, then soothed over his cheek, as if trying to memorize his face.

Gokudera was panting heavily for breath at his point, his hands straining just a little against the taller teen’s hold, biting his bottom lip to keep from crying out. He had never really been one to touch himself much before, he didn’t even like to bring himself off if he could help it, so he had no idea just how sensitive his chest could be, seeing as… well he wasn’t a girl. He had never touched himself there in any attempts in seeking out pleasure, but he was learning now, and it had his whole body trembling, heat like he had never felt before pooling between his legs, though he hadn’t been touched there at all.

He felt Yamamoto’s fingers touching his face gently and nearly growled. That idiot was treating him like a stupid girl! He tilted his head to the side and captured those caressing fingers with his lips, nipping and sucking at them, his tongue dancing between the digits.

Yamamoto felt a whole new wave of heat hit him, shocked at what Gokudera was doing, his eyes glazing a little to look up at him, imagining where else those amazing lips and talented mouth could be sending shock waves through his body. He chuckled breathily. “You really do have an oral fixation, Gokudera.”

Wrong thing to say. Gokudera bit at his fingers, making the rain guardian yelp in surprise and yank his fingers free, momentarily slacking his hold on him. That was all the time the storm guardian needed. He shoved Yamamoto away, pushing his shirt back down with a shiver to feel the cloth run down his now sensitized nipples. He pinned the older teen to the wall this time, glaring up at him darkly with gray green eyes. “You want oral fixation? I’ll show you oral fixation!”

He didn’t waste any time, slipping down to his knees, skipping any pretense of teasing touches, slightly shaking hands making quick work of the rain guardian’s belt and zipper, yanking his pants and underwear down in one go.

“G-gokudera!” Yamamoto gasped in surprise, and even though nothing was really holding him in place he found he couldn’t move, only able to watch in shock, the silver haired teen’s face mere inches away from his achingly hard length.

“Shut up.” The other teen just glared up at him daringly for a long moment before he leaned forward and ran the flat of his tongue over the leaking tip and Yamamoto gasped and arched in pleasurable shock waves.

… Maybe it hadn’t been the wrong thing to say after all…

“Gokudera..!”

Gokudera seemed to be pleased with the other teen’s reaction, smirking and parting his lips, huffing warm, moist air over the turgid flesh, chuckling softly to see the goose bumps form over the rain guardian’s legs, the way he seemed to tremble a the knees, leaning in just a little closer to let the tip slip past his own kiss bruised lips. Warm… such silky heat. He leaned in more and took him deeper into his mouth.

Long hands tangled into silvery hair and it was all Yamamoto could do to keep from rocking forward and make the other gag. Gods, he hadn’t foreseen this when he started this, but was he ever grateful to whatever god decided to reward his efforts to get Gokudera to quit smoking. It was obvious the other teen didn’t really know what he was doing, but the efforts more than made up for it, and Gokudera’s mouth really was very talented. Yamamoto let his head lull back against the wall, fingers caressing through long, silvery locks. “G-gokudera…” his voice was a low, slightly shaky husk, “Nnnh… damn…” he actually cursed and rocked his hips forward just a small fragment.

Meanwhile Gokudera was a bit lost to the feel of thick heat in his mouth, the strange taste that wasn’t entirely unpleasant… it actually grew on you, as did the strong, musky, masculine scent that was all too strong at it’s source. His tongue worked along the underside, memorizing the feel of it, the veins that bumped the silky, hot skin. He found that Yamamoto would hiss a sharp breath when he teased the thickest one at the center. He smirked to have turned the tables, pulling back to let his tongue follow the thick vein to the tip, all but grinning in triumph when Yamamoto, the usually calm if always smiling teen, actually moaned aloud, though nearly gagged when he suddenly thrust his hips forward. Growling at him he held his hips down and redoubled his efforts.

Yamamoto was lost… and he knew it. Gokudera’s mouth was amazing, his tongue had such dexterity. It was all he could do to keep from losing it there and there. “G-gokudera…” it was all he could say, knowing that if he begged for more, he could very well be risking the other teen stopping, just knowing how stubborn Gokudera could be. Instead he just showed him how it was affecting him, how good it was. But he was getting close now, and he didn’t think the storm guardian would appreciate finishing up in his mouth. “G-gokudera… s-stop… I… I can’t hold back… m-much longer… y-you have to stop…!”

Gokudera just made a derisive sound, the vibration making Yamamoto moan and the heat in the silver haired boy’s mouth throb. Like hell he was going to stop and let the teen think he could do other things with this thing. And of course he would never admit that he actually was enjoying the feel of the satiny heat in his mouth, the way he pulsed, almost like his heart beat. He sucked on him all the harder.

Yamamoto panted for breath, his fingers curling lightly in those silvery locks, “Gokudera… s-seriously… I… I can’t… I can’t hold back…” He looked down and his own chocolate brown eyes were met by gray green. Gokudera was looking right at him, telling him with his eyes that it was okay, and gods, just watching him sent him teetering that much closer to the edge. The storm guardian’s cheeks were flushed a warm pink, his hands were kneading at his hips, actually massaging at his thighs, and when he couldn’t hold his gaze any longer, those long, pale lashes fluttered downward shyly, playing a game of peek-a-boo with those alluring, fascinatingly colored eyes. But what was probably the most erotic sight was watching himself disappear and reappear past those full, reddened lips, the soft slick sounds being made. “Ungh..! Gokudera..!” It was the only warning he could give before he released salty warmth into the other teen’s mouth.

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Yamamoto woke up with a gasp, body flushed and sweaty, a light arch in his back, and his sheets and clothes rumpled… not to mention a distinctive stickiness in his pajama pants. The star baseball player sighed and ran a hand through his sweat soaked locks. Another dream with Gokudera. He smiled a bit sheepishly as he got out of bed and started peeling off his sticky clothes, using his pants to wipe up the mess still clinging to his skin before putting on a new pair of boxers just to make it the trek to the shower without being indecent in case his dad should see.

What was he going to do about these dreams? They were nice, amazing really, but he couldn’t really act on them, could he? Gokudera might give in, in his dreams, but in real life he knew he’d probably be kicked off the school roof by the storm guardian if he even hinted at such a thing.

He sighed deeply, shaking his head with a smile. Ah well… What Gokudera didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him, and waking up this way more and more often while mentally frustrating was at least physically stress relieving. With that thought in mind he headed towards the shower, he had to wash the sweat and other such fluids from his body and if he didn’t hurry he would miss the chance of ‘accidentally’ running into the other teen on the way to Tsuna’s house

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(Meanwhile… at Gokudera’s… residence)

The silver haired teen cursed colorfully when he woke from another strange dream centering on the baseball freak. Seriously, what the fuck was the matter with him?! It was the baseball freak and he was dreaming of doing those kinds of things to him! He had to be losing his mind! Ugh, he didn’t have time to think about it. If he didn’t clean up and get ready now he’d be late to pick his Juudaime up for school. And maybe if he was early enough he wouldn’t run into that baseball freak, not sure if he could keep his frustration in check and it wouldn’t do to get mad at him for no reason, he’d start to look suspicious. And then that idiot would only laugh and tease him mercilessly.

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End!

I have no excuse for why I'm writing more smut instead of getting back to my fics... I have a reason, though! A reason that sounds like an excuse! XD! I'm moving back to texas in about a week and a half and I'm busy getting ready for that, and by the end of the day the only thing my mind can really jot down is senseless, plotless smut... I typed down a little more each night... so that's it...

So yeah... Yamamoto and Gokudera this time... woo! XD I see a few crack pairings appearing here in the future... a few people have given me random ideas... if you feel like trying to give me a random idea, well I can't say it'll always work, but who knows! Give me a pairing and a theme... or just a few choice words... something? I dunno. X3

I probably have the meaning of oral fixation wrong, too... Ah well... doesn't bother me, so I hope it doesn't bother you

And to Ashinan, the only person to review my fic here on AFF, I can only say this: *SQUEE!* Thank you! XD!! I actually did squee when I read your review, because I'm a huge fan of your fic, Want Me! XD! To be complimented by you is such an ego boost! Thank you!

Please review! <3