Damn those prompts!

Rating: PG-15 (I wrote something without porn?!)
Pairing: R59 
Warnings: Drinking, language... written at 5am and thus unbeta'd and only read through 3 times.
Words: 1,227
Notes: Second prompt from my prompt dump (Alas, prompt flavoured!), thought I'd continue with my habit of writing things at obscene hours of the morning (5am this time). So I haven't written for a character similar to Gokudera before, so please be gentle! I haven't written anything in about 4 years so hopefully I haven't failed that badly...

Summary: Reborn could claim it was fate that brought the inebriated young man stumbling to his bed that night, though swapping the rooms around might also have had something to do with it.
 

 

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“Gah! Reborn-sama!” Gokudera gasped, tumbling heavily from the bed he had just flung himself upon quite dramatically, his hair and clothing thoroughly dishevelled and his breathe carrying the unmistakable scent of alcohol.

“Honestly Gokudera, if you wanted to sleep with me so badly you could have told me, rather than throwing yourself on me.” Reborn smirked, crossing his arms loosely behind his head as he relaxed into the pillows behind him, lifting an eyebrow as the startled, and rather inebriated, boy clung to the edge of the bed. The shock of finding the hitman in his, usually empty, bed seemed to have taken the last of the strength from his legs, and Gokudera had to fight to keep himself upright, pulling himself halfway back onto the bed with the strength in his arms.

“Wh-what're you doin' in my bed?!” He yelled at the man as he continued to try and stand, his legs still refusing to cooperate with him. The man in question merely stared at him, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smug, half smile. Stumbling back to his room had been like crossing a boat in bad weather, his eyes bleary and refusing to focus on anything. Now though, he could barely peel his gaze from the body in front of him, Reborn neglecting to wear a shirt and the covers pooled loosely about his waist.

“What are you talking about? I think you'll find this is my room and my bed...”the hitman chuckled deep in his throat, sinking further into the plush bedding. Gokudera shook his head, trying to regain some form of coherent though that wasn't 'Woo Nudity!' and let himself slump to the floor. The manors immense collection of rooms were rather similar in terms of design, decorated in deep burgundy, black and gold silks and polished redwood furniture, so any differences in décor were difficult to spot immediately. But from his crumpled position on the floor Gokudera was starting to notice things were out of place. For one, his bed wasn't this large and last he had seen the covers had been a deep grey, not the dark red they were now. The furniture was the same, but a few pieces were in the wrong places, there was no chessboard by the window and his worktable was missing also. The most notable difference however, was the absence of smoke and gunpowder hanging in the air. The scent of the room was permeating into Gokudera's skin, a heady, spicy scent that sent his pulse racing.

“Oh...Sorry Reborn, must'f taken a wrong turnin'...” Gokudera slurred weakly, body sagging against the side of the bed as tiredness fell through him like a lead weight. The fine covers shifted above him before a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his upper body and pulled him up onto the bed, almost as if he weighed nothing. “Aaah Reborn!” He scrambled at the covers, trying to ignore the hard chest his back was pressed against, heat seeping through the thin material of Gokudera's shirt to burn his tingling skin.

“Well I can hardly leave you on the floor can I? And I doubt you'd make it back to your room in this state...” Reborn murmured against his ear, easily manhandling Gokudera to the top of the bed and pulling the covers over them. Gokudera attempted to splutter out some form of protest or apology as the man released him, but exhaustion was already weighing his body down. Mumbled a few curse words to the stubborn man behind him, he pushed his face into the soft cushions and pulled the covers tighter over his shoulders. “Don't worry Gokudera, tomorrow you can learn to find your room blind folded for next time you go drinking..”

He rolled over clumsily, attempting to swipe at the smug hitman behind him, but his hand merely flopped over Reborn's waist, so he decided to chew out the smug bastard in the morning and let himself fall into a deep sleep.

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“Hey Gokudera! Not too hung over I-” Yamamoto's cheery voice cut through the quiet morning air as the bedroom door was flung open, light spilling in from the hallway over the sleeping bodies on the bed. Yamamoto's voice caught in his throat however, as he was greeted with the sight of two bleary eyed men staring up at him in confusion from the bed. Yamamoto's eyebrows had apparently retreated into his hairline and didn't appear to be coming down any time soon, his hand was scratching nervously at the back of his neck as he attempted to look anywhere but the bed.

“Oh good morning Yamamoto” Reborn greeted smoothly, pushing himself up slightly so he could recline against the pillows. Yamamoto glanced briefly at him and saw his naked torso, immediately averting his gaze back to the floor. Smirking to himself, Reborn absently stretched the muscles in his back as Gokudera stared up at him in undisguised horror. During the night he had steadily wrapped himself around the older man's body, his arms looped tightly around his waist as his face nuzzled into his neck seeking warmth. As he scrambled across the bed, away from the hitman, Gokudera belatedly realised his legs were also entangled with the other man's, his face turning red astoundingly fast as he gave up retreating and threw himself back onto the bed to bury his head under a pillow.

“W-what happened last night?!” Gokudera's startled voice came out muffled from within the deep layers of sheets and pillows. Yamamoto turned to look, flinching immediately as he remembered exactly what he would be seeing and instead settled on shuffling nervously in the doorway, obviously interested in lingering long enough to hear out the story.

“You got very drunk, and apparently very lost and blundered into my room.” Reborn stated uninterestedly, pulling a bottle of water from the cabinet beside his bed as Gokudera attempted to curl up deeper under the covers. Yamamoto let out a relieved laugh, finally turning to look at the pair on the bed, a faint blush colouring his cheeks.

“Haha I guess that makes sense! Sorry I-”

“Where are my clothes! Why am naked?!” Gokudera abruptly yelled, suddenly appearing very red faced from beneath the covers, clutching them to himself in an attempt to preserve his modesty. Reborn snorted.

“That wasn't me. You woke and complained about being hot and then started stripping. Obviously, you were still a bit drunk-”

“Then why didn't you stop me!” Gokudera yelled exasperatedly, eyes darting around to try and locate his missing clothes. Reborn rolled his eyes and pulled a pillow from beneath his head to smack Gokudera with.

“I did, but you're surprisingly determined when your drunk.” Yamamoto laughed loudly before inviting them both to join him for breakfast with Tsuna, Gokudera snapping at him from bed as he scrambled to collect something to wear and demanding the baseball idiot get the fuck out when there was a loud crash from the doorway as someone attempted to barge their way in through 4 inches of solid oak.

“Woah! Octopus head is naked to the extreme!”

“Get the fuck out lawn-head!”

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“Hey Reborn, I thought your room was on the other side of the manor?”