Mafia Dreams

Gokudera didn’t like this, sneaking away from his duties like this. He was letting down his Juudaime and who knows if or when he would be needed. Normally the Storm Guardian would never be so irresponsible as to walk away from his office when at any moment he could be needed.

But…

But that idiot would be leaving that afternoon, he’d be gone for months, and… And the look Yamamoto gave him as he passed by his office, that look that Gokudera knew all too well. That look alone, without any other reason, was more than enough to draw Gokudera to the sword wielder. Like a moth to the flame every time.

And Yamamoto knew this, too. That frikkin idiot Rain Guardian knew that he had the silver haired Italian in the palm of his hand! That’s why he did it! That was always why he did it! But he also knew better than use his stupid powers over him when they had work to do! That was what pissed Gokudera off the most! Well that and that the idiot held any power over him at all!

Yes, he knew that he wouldn’t see Yamamoto for months, and yes he would miss him, not that he would admit it out loud. But that was why they had spent last night together! Gokudera had even worn Yamamoto’s old baseball uniform shirt… and nothing else! They had their phones and Gokudera had even gone as far as to teach Yamamoto the joys of laptops and digital cameras just for occasions like this! What else could for former baseball player want from him?

It was with that thought in mind that Gokudera reached Yamamoto’s room. He glared at the door for a long moment, almost like he was willing it to burst into flames, but it stayed perfectly the same. With a soft grumble Gokudera let himself in, not bothering to knock.

“This had better be worth it, you baseball freak, because if Juudaime needs me and I’m not there… what the hell is that?” Gokudera asked, flabbergasted as he stared at… himself.

“Ha ha ha, do you like it?” Yamamoto asked as he walked around the bed, wrapping his arms around the slighter man’s waist from behind when he reached him. “It was actually supposed to get here a few days ago, but it finally arrived this morning and I set it up right away.”

He was talking about an antique full length mirror that now took up his wall from the floor to nearly the ceiling. Reflections of the Rain and Storm Guardians stared back at them. Gokudera frowned, pulling out of Yamamoto’s hold.

“N-no… I… I don’t like it! What the hell do you need such a huge mirror for? I didn’t realize you were such a vain person.”

“Aw, you know I’m not, right?” Yamamoto really wasn’t and Gokudera knew it. The lovable idiot barely finger-combed his hair every morning after is shower. He usually just threw on his clothes, just making sure they matched. Yamamoto had to be the least vain person he knew.

“So then why the hell did you get this?”

Yamamoto’s grin only widened, advancing on the silver-haired young man, pulling him into his hold again, “Oh… No real reason, I suppose. I just wanted to try something just once. After that if you don’t want me to keep it I’ll send it back.”

Gokudera’s brows furrowed, sensing something amiss, pulling out of Yamamoto’s hold again. Something about the way the idiot was grinning was not sitting right with him.

“What the hell did you get it for, you baseball idiot?”

And there it was again! It was the look that always made Gokudera’s defenses melt around him like warm butter. “Ah, well come here and I’ll show you.”

Damn that Yamamoto! It was that confident grin, and those eyes! He couldn’t resist his eyes when they looked at him so intensely. The Storm Guardian didn’t resist as once more he was pulled into those strong, sure arms.

“You bastard…” he barely whispered before his lips were claimed in a heated kiss, only more annoyed when he could feel the idiot’s smile against his own lips.

More than that look, Yamamoto’s lips melted all his resistance, making Gokudera moan as his lips were devoured. He couldn’t fight it even if he wanted to, his arms slipping around the taller man’s shoulders to cling to his neck. It was almost like Gokudera would melt to the floor if he didn’t hold on for dear life.

They were moving, Gokudera could sense that much, but anything but the feel of Yamamoto’s lips against his own was beyond his scope of perception at the moment. A soft gasp escaped him as he was pulled flushed against the brunette’s broad, warm chest, parting his lips to Yamamoto’s further exploration. A warm, wet tongue invaded Gokudera’s mouth and the silver haired man attacked it with his own with desperation, sucking on the foreign, slick muscle, feeling a surge of arousal and pride when he got the taller male to groan in lust.

“Gokudera,” Yamamoto breathed out as his abandoned those now kiss reddened lips, his eyes drawn to them to stare at the slim pink tongue that slid out to lick at them. “Kami-sama, I’m going to miss you.” The Rain Guardian ducked his head to nuzzle the pale throat of his short-tempered lover, holding him securely at his waist.

“Che!” Gokudera scoffed in disbelief after he gathered his bearings again, trying to push Yamamoto away once more. “Like I’d believe something like that! You’ll be over there for months with that loud-assed shark! My ass you’ll miss me when you’ve got his ass to keep you busy!”

“Maa maa Gokudera, don’t start that now,” Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, “You know I wouldn’t do something like that.”

Gokudera crossed his arms over his chest, looking away from his lover, “That doesn’t mean you wouldn’t want to. I’m not blind! I see the way you two look at each other!”

It was an old argument, and one that Yamamoto was afraid would never die. But as always he summoned all his patience and tried to calm his fiery lover down. “You mean the same way you and Belphegor-san look at each other?”

“Ugh! That’s not the same at all! Don’t say such strange, gross things!” Gokudera was positively disgusted by the very notion that he could be interested in the blood loving maniac! “That freak and I just like to test out new battle tactics on each other to see whose is better. I have to admit that he’s a genius and we have that in common, that’s all it is.”

“Well Squalo and I are both swordsman. It’s something we have in common and we like to see how much we’ve each improved when we see each other. It’s the same, ne?” Yamamoto said in what he hoped was a placating manner, hoping his silver haired lover would see his point and let it drop. He didn’t want to spend their last moments together for months fighting the same, old, pointless fight.

“Tch, I don’t get discs from that blade freak with his latest exploits just so I have a reason to think about him! Mark my words, that loud-mouthed shark wants into your pants!” Gokudera huffed angrily.

Yamamoto just stared at his lover for a long moment, then smiled, wrapping an arm around his middle again, holding onto him securely when the shorter man struggled. His other hand cupped his cheek, staring tenderly into those aqua/gray eyes as his thumb stroked gently up and down Gokudera’s cheek.

“Hayato,” Gokudera hated it when Yamamoto used his proper name, because it made it that much harder to resist him, “You’re so cute when you’re jealous. You’re the only one I want to do these things with. No one else, not ever. I don’t want to fight with you about something I know is silly when I won’t be able to see you for a long time. I’d rather spend this time doing it one more time.”

Gokudera hated how the baseball idiot could say such unromantic things when he was holding him so tenderly like this. Looking into those warm brown eyes staring so intently into his own, he couldn’t help it, he felt his resistance crumble once more.

“So what does the mirror have to do with it anyways?” Gokudera changed the subject.

Yamamoto just grinned all the wider, “This.”

He pulled the Storm Guardian forward for another deep kiss, taking his breath away, knowing just how to tease his silver-haired lover to distraction. Gokudera’s pale skin looked good against his own. Yamamoto always thought so, this time was no different as he expertly removed the shorter man’s tie and suit, leaving him in nothing at all. He broke the kiss with a soft pant, smirking lightly as those glazed teal eyes tried to focus on his own. But he didn’t give Gokudera the chance, carefully turning his lover around to face the mirror.

“Look at yourself, Gokudera,” Yamamoto whispered hotly into the shorter man’s ear as his hands smoothed over the lithe, pale body, ducking his head to nibble along his throat. “You’re beautiful like this. I can never get enough of you.”

Gokudera panted softly for breath, his mind at a complete halt from the soul searing kiss he was still recovering from. He felt the cool of the air on his bare flesh, so he knew that Yamamoto had managed to undress him. Why the swordsman had decided to turn him around he wasn’t entirely sure… That is… until his words finally made sense in his mind and he looked up at his reflection.

Gokudera froze, a crimson blush staining his pale cheeks. He yanked out of Yamamoto’s hold, glaring death at him. “What the fuck are you doing?!”

Not the least bit deterred, Yamamoto pulled his lover close to him again, “Aw, calm down Gokudera. I just wanted to try this at least once.”

Gokudera struggled in the Rain Guardians sure hold, his face as brilliantly red as a tomato’s. “Try what, you god damned dirty pervert?!”

“Hahaha, I think that if you’re calling me a pervert you have a pretty good idea already, ne?” Yamamoto just laughed good naturedly, taking the sudden elbow to the gut from Gokudera with a soft grunt. All that caused him to do was to tighten his hold on the silver-haired man. “Maa maa Gokudera… There’s no need to get this violent.”

“Like hell there isn’t, you damn baseball freak! What the hell do you think you’re trying to do with me?! Let me go! You fucking perverted…! Augh! Let me go already!” Gokudera screamed as he arched and bucked wildly, struggling for all his worth to break the taller man’s hold. “Damn you!”

Yamamoto continued to laugh softly, taking all the hits from is smaller lover with a smile. “It’s not that bad is it? You protest so loud, but your body is still responding isn’t it?”

Gokudera didn’t think he could blush any darker, because Yamamoto was right. Despite all of his protests he couldn’t deny the reactions of his body, and his member was still standing proudly erect.

“P-pervert! Don’t look at me there!” he blurted out indignantly, his struggling coming to a halt as he covered the betrayal of his body’s reaction.

This only caused Yamamoto’s laugh to renew, hugging Gokudera close to him again, “You really are too cute, Gokudera. You’ll like this, I promise.”

“Che! Don’t call me cute, asshole!” the Storm Guardian grumbled, the fight drained out of him.

“Hai, hai. You’re not cute at all, Gokudera. Especially not when I do this,” Yamamoto nipped lightly at Gokudera’s earlobe, giving it a gently tug, and making the silver-haired man to gasp and arch lightly in a moan.

“B-bastard…!”

Yamamoto chuckled softly, nuzzling down along Gokudera’s throat, marking the pale neck easily with hickies and love bites. “Just this one time, Gokudera… And if you don’t like it, I swear, I’ll have them come and take the mirror back before I even get back. Please?”

Pleading… Damn the pleading! He couldn’t resist when Yamamoto begged him, either! The scheming bastard! Gokudera didn’t protest and as far as the Rain Guardian was concerned that was all the permission he really needed.

Yamamoto tilted Gokudera’s head back up so that their lips met in another soul searing kiss, trying to keep from grinning when he felt the smaller man all but go limp in his arms. He loved feeling Gokudera’s reactions as much as he loved to watch them. It was made even better by the soft sounds that were muffled against his lips as he devoured Gokudera’s mouth.

Pulling away slowly he turned the Storm Guardian around slowly again to face the mirror again. Large, calloused hands smoothed over the Italian’s pale flesh, heated with a light flush. His thumbs flicked over perked pink nipples, grinning when Gokudera gasped and mewled, his chest arching forward.

“Hayato…” Yamamoto husked his name softly against his ear, making the smaller man shudder pleasantly against him. “Look at yourself, Hayato.” The Rain Guardian nuzzled the silver-haired man’s throat, his breath warm on his skin as he spoke. “I want you to be able to see yourself the way I see you. You’re amazing.” He kissed along the smaller man’s jaw. “So sexy… the expressions you make are so erotic, Hayato.’

Gokudera’s body was quivering under Yamamoto’s hands, keening and whining softly as those battle calloused hands smoothed over their soft, firm planes.

“Ta… Takeshi…” Gokudera moaned the Rain Guardian’s name. He was lost, all resistance gone, not even the pretense of resistance was left.

The swordsman’s hands expertly explored his body, drawing gasps and moans from the Storm Guardian’s kiss swollen lips. Yamamoto lowered him to the floor, sitting Gokudera on his lap as he continued to explore his body.

“Look Hayato.” Yamamoto gripped Gokudera’s chin, tilting his head up so that he could look at the reflection in the mirror, kissing his jaw again. “See how amazing you are. You’re already this hot and we haven’t even started. It’s hard just to hold back this much.”

Gokudera’s glazed eyes roamed over the mirror. He didn’t know exactly what it was that Yamamoto wanted him to focus on, but he doubted it was the same thing he was seeing now.

Yes, he saw himself, his body flushed with arousal, his legs spread wide by the Rain Guardian’s own legs exposing him completely, but he also saw the careful way Yamamoto’s hand found every single pleasurable spot on his body. The taller man’s sun kissed skin complimenting his own pale flesh was delectable. The sight combined with the feel of those rough fingertips rubbing against his nipples made his body ache so pleasantly and Gokudera arched his chest forward with a desperate whine.

Yamamoto’s breathy chuckle was warm over Gokudera’s skin, making the smaller man writhe more wantonly, “See, it’s good, ne?”

Gokudera wouldn’t validate that question with an answer, but his reactions were more than enough answer to the Rain Guardian.

“Ne, how stretched are you still from last night?” Yamamoto’s voice whispered against Gokudera’s ear.

The Storm Guardian stiffened, coming back to himself slightly. “W-what the fuck, you sword idiot?! You’re not going to just push into me dry!”

Yamamoto pouted a stupid, adorable puppy dog pout that Gokudera could never resist. “But I can’t take it much longer, Hayato. Just watching you is too much!”

Gokudera blushed, looking away from Yamamoto’s reflected pout in the mirror, “That’s too fucking bad! I’m not going to walk funny for the rest of the day just so you can get it over with!”

Yamamoto at least had the decency to look guilty for his impatience, nodding. “Hai, you’re right Gokudera. Gomen.”

Gokudera nodded, glad that he at least got that from the spoiled swordsman, “Good.”

His satisfaction was short lived as he was suddenly lifted up from Yamamoto’s lap onto his knees, and then nudged forward until he had to brace himself against the mirror for support. The position it left him in was mortifying, his legs spread indecently and hips pushed back in a wanton display.

“W-what the fuck, Yamamoto?!”

“I have to prepare you, ne? I can’t just push into you dry,” Yamamoto said with a grin. He slid his hands down Gokudera’s slim hips as he kissed his way down his neck and back, leaving a trail of little love bites in his wake.

“W-wait! Wait a damn second!” Gokudera felt a dark blush rising up his cheeks. “Y-you can’t just..! Not like this, you idiot!” the Italian arched and bucked, trying to break away from Yamamoto’s hold, but in the end it was useless, accomplishing little more than rubbing their bodies together and stifling back moans on his part.

Groaning softly, Yamamoto teased his tongue along the ridge of the smaller man’s throat. “But you promised we could do it in front of the mirror. I want you to see.”

Gokudera didn’t think he could blush any darker, “I never promised any such thing!”

The Rain Guardian nibbled on the silver haired Italian’s ear lobe, tugging it gently between his teeth as his hands roamed over his slim frame once more, teasing every sensitive inch of flesh he could find.

“But I’m already this turned on. I can’t pull away now, Hayato,” Yamamoto’s breath was warm on Gokudera’s ear as he spoke.

He smoothed his hands over pale flesh, down his chest with teasing flicks to perked, pink nipples, then down his stomach, circling over his navel. His fingers slipped lower to just barely tease the base of his arousal, kneading at the flesh just above the jut the length, earning an adorable whimper from the other man.

“Hayato…” Yamamoto loved teasing the Storm Guardian like this. Because Gokudera made such cute noises and faces when he teased him, and that teased Yamamoto like nothing else, especially the way he would say his name. He couldn’t resist Gokudera when he was like this; it was sweet torture to tease the silver-haired man sometimes. “Hayato,” he husked his name softly again as his hand wrapped around the Storm Guardian’s length, stroking him slowly, teasingly slow.

“A-ah..! Damn..!” Gokudera cursed softly under his breath. Yamamoto was playing his body like a finely tuned violin and the bastard knew it! Above all else, this was what he couldn’t resist. With a mind of their own his hips traitorously rocked into the swordsman’s touch and he was embarrassed to admit that he had to bite his lip to keep from moaning aloud. “Nnh… mmn…”

His lover had become complacent again, Yamamoto could see that much, and he took that as all the permission he needed to continue. His right hand continued to stroke Gokudera’s cute cock to keep him distracted as his left smoothed further down to his hip. The Rain Guardian took a moment to admire his lover’s flushed and lustful face even as the Italian tried to stifle his cries of pleasure, then moved lower, peppering kisses along his spine.

“You’re so amazing, Hayato… I really can’t stand it.” He placed a final kiss on the small of his back.

“S-shut up… B-baka…!” Gokudera stuttered through gasps, closing his eyes tightly in embarrassment. “J-just get on with it!”

“Aa..? Well if it’s what you want,” Yamamoto smirked deviously. Abandoning the other boy’s length, he gripped Gokudera’s hips and lifted them up, chuckling when Gokudera just yelped in surprise.

“T-the hell?! What are you doing, you baseball freak?!” Gokudera had to grip both sides of the mirror just to keep some semblance of balance in this strange position, glaring at his lover from over his shoulder. “Put me down!”

“Maa maa, it’s okay. I’m just going to prepare you.”

“Prepare me?! What the fu-aah! Aaah!” Gokudera’s indignant sputters turned into a loud cry as Yamamoto leaned forward and swiped his tongue along his perineum. “N-no! No don’t, you idiot!” But even to his own ears, the protests sounded weak, a dark flush dusting his whole body. “Yamamoto!”

The protests went ignored, and slowly gave way to mewls and whines as swipe after swipe of Yamamoto’s tongue over such a private area of his body drove Gokudera closer and closer to the brink of insanity.

“Aa… aahn! T-takeshi!”

Yamamoto wasn’t completely unaffected, Gokudera’s sweet cries traveling from his ears straight to his groin. And the musky scent of the Storm Guardian’s sex was better than any aphrodisiac could be as far as Yamamoto was concerned. It was all he could do to keep from just taking Gokudera then and there.

Once he had his lover properly wet, Yamamoto set Gokudera back down to his knees, looking into the mirror’s reflection once more, panting softly for breath. “Gomen… I can’t wait anymore!”

“E-eh..?” Gokudera’s mind was in a fog of pleasure, and he wasn’t sure he had heard the Rain Guardian until he felt something thick and hot nudge against his entrance. “A-aah! Takeshi!” He was past protests, he was past worries, he just needed this feeling to reach higher peaks.

He pushed back wantonly against the thick tip of Yamamoto’s arousal, glancing at him over his shoulder. “Baka… don’t take your time now… Fuck me!”

A fine tremor ran down Yamamoto’s spine and he grinned, giving Gokudera’s hips a squeeze, “As you wish.”

“Aaa-aaah!” Gokudera arched his back wantonly, his muscles clenching around the intrusion of Yamamoto’s thick heat as it slowly and persistently pushed its way in. He gripped the edge of the mirror tightly, ducking his head until his forehead touched its cool surface. It hurt! But luckily he was still stretched enough from last night that the pain wasn’t unbearable.

“So tight..! Always so tight, Hayato… sucking me in…!” Yamamoto panted softly as he sank slowly deeper and deeper into the yielding body of his lover.

Melting… his body was melting. Gokudera was sure of it. That heated rod pulsing inside him was slowly melting him from the inside out. Yamamoto was fully seated within him now, still to let them both adjust. But Gokudera wasn’t the patient type. They both knew it. Gokudera was sure that Yamamoto waited long sometimes just to watch him snap. Bastard! Well he’d give him what he wanted this time, they didn’t have the time to wait around.

Gokudera gasped, biting back a moan when he shifted on the length impaling him. Yamamoto in return bit his lip when those muscles clenched tightly around him.

“Fuck me… Takeshi… Dammit! Fuck me now!”

Yamamoto chuckled breathlessly, “You’re always so impatient, Gokudera.”

Gokudera growled, blushing crimson, “I said shut up and fuck me now!”

“Hai, hai,” Yamamoto said placatingly, hiding his wicked grin against the crook of Gokudera’s neck.

“Aa-aah?!” Gokudera yelped in surprise as he was suddenly pulled back, the sound cut short to a moan when he landed on Yamamoto’s lap, shuddering, arching, when that length only pushed inside him deeper.

“B-bastard! What are you doing?!” The Storm Guardian tried to sound indignant even as his body trembled with pleasure.

Yamamoto kissed the pulse along Gokudera’s throat in apology, “Gomen, gomen, but I couldn’t see you completely like that. And neither could you.”

This again! That sneaky bastard! But before Gokudera could make any scathing remarks he felt the shift in weight. Yamamoto leaned back further, his hands smoothing down Gokudera’s hips to the back of his thighs, spreading them wide apart.

“W-what?!” Gokudera’s pale face burst into a red color as bright as a tomato. “What are you doing?!”

“Sssh… Just look, Hayato.”

“L-look..? Look at wha-aah!” Once again, Yamamoto interrupted Gokudera’s indignant yells by touching that tight little pucker, now stretched widely around his own length. It sent a tremor of pleasure through both of them, Yamamoto was sure of that.

“Look at where we’re joined, Hayato. It’s amazing, erotic… beautiful.” Yamamoto’s fingers massaged around the reddened line where Gokudera’s entrance was stretched obscenely around his arousal. He moaned softly when those muscles just clenched around him more tightly.

“Ahn… nn… It’s obscene!” Gokudera managed between soft, shuddering moans, glaring at Yamamoto from the mirror’s reflection despite the crimson blush staining his cheeks.

Yamamoto chuckled softly and rolled his hips shallowly with a soft groan, making Gokudera moan as well. “Yeah, maybe that, too… But you’ve been clenching around me more tightly than usual since you first looked. “Uhn! Un… just like that,” he smirked back at the Italian’s glaring, embarrassed face.

“B-bastard..!” Gokudera hissed under his breath.

“Maa maa, don’t worry about it. No one can see it but us. Just watch. I’ll make you feel good.”

Not giving Gokudera the chance to ague and snap at him again Yamamoto rolled his hips back, lifting Gokudera’s up at the same time, then brought him back down hard as he snapped his hips up again, moaning as he was once again enveloped in that incredible, tight sheath.

Bastard! He really was a bastard! Always doing what he wanted! But it felt so incredible! Gokudera couldn’t deny his body’s reactions. He was helpless and he didn’t want it any other way. Yamamoto filled him so completely. That persistent heat that plumbed his channel, spreading it warmth over every inch until he couldn’t fight it, it teased him. It thrust deep inside; reaching parts of the Italian he hadn’t even known existed, and then it would withdraw, leaving him feeling empty, needy, making him cry out for it’s return. Then it would grant his wish, making him cry out for a whole new reason.

Gokudera couldn’t help but rock back when Yamamoto thrust forward, forcing that heat deeper inside, and he wasn’t above begging to have it. The Rain Guardian was his drug, and has hard as he tried to resist he knew how futile it really was.

“Aa… nnnh! Takeshi!” Gokudera would moan Yamamoto’s name and the swordsman would thrust in harder, and all the bomber could do was cry out his name again. “Takeshi… Takeshi!”

Addiction, was it possible to develop such a thing for a person? Yamamoto was sure that it was. The moment he saw Gokudera he knew. All it would take was a single taste and he would be hooked. He fought the urge for that taste for years, but it was impossible. Everything about Gokudera called out to him. The way the Storm Guardian bit his bottom lip to stifle his cries, plumping it until all Yamamoto wanted to do was nibble on it, the soft hiss of his breath when the Rain Guardian did something he particularly liked, the soft keens and moans that Gokudera would fight his hardest to hold back, the way he finally realized he couldn’t hold back and would scream his name, the warm flush over his pale skin, the glisten of sweat, the way his love marks looked in contrast, everything was addicting.

He wanted Gokudera to see what he saw; to know what it was that drove him insane. He sucked hard over his pulse. “Hayato, look,” Yamamoto tried pleading for the last time, nipping lightly at the tip of his ear.

Storm gray eyes fluttered open, only to want to shut back close in embarrassment when he caught sight of their reflection. It was enough that they both felt it; he didn’t know why Yamamoto insisted that they should watch as well. But he braved it for a moment longer, and was rewarded with an erotic sight.

There in the mirror, on full, lewd display, the two of them climbed higher and higher toward ecstasy. Gokudera wasn’t sure when he had wound his arms around the back of Yamamoto’s neck, but the arch of his back pushed his chest out to full display. Yamamoto took full advantage, battle calloused fingers rolling and pinching at the sensitive nubs until they were dark and filled with blood. The sight only made Gokudera moan and push his chest forward more.

“Aah! Y-you like this, Hayato! You’re squeezing me so tight…!” Yamamoto’s voice was a warm whisper against his ear, flicking a pink tongue along the ridge. It sent a thrill up and down Gokudera’s spine.

“Nnh! Takeshi!”

It was only a matter of time before the Storm Guardian’s gaze finally traveled south, where Yamamoto wanted it to go.

“Ungh! Hayato!” Yamamoto moaned and thrust up more sharply when Gokudera squeezed him almost painfully tight.

“Aah!” Gokudera gasped in return.

The way Yamamoto was leaning back showed everything. Gokudera would have never guess before how it much the swordsman’s blade stretched him, though he probably could have taken a guess. The sight was something else entirely. The pucker was straining around the girth, squeezing at it tightly. The tug and pull of flesh as Yamamoto continued to push in and out of him sent a throb of sympathy to Gokudera’s own arousal.

Yamamoto was throbbing, and even now his length thickened further inside him! He could feel it, but coupled with the sight of it disappearing and reappearing in and out of his own hole. The way it almost looked to struggle to squeeze back in coupled with the sound of Yamamoto’s pleasure-filled moans when he managed to accomplish it over and over again with each thrust sent jolts of heat through him. Gokudera squeezed tighter and Yamamoto throbbed, sending another pulse of lust through him. It was a never ending cycle!

“Hayato… You’re incredible!” Yamamoto gasped, and his hand just barely touched the Storm Guardian’s neglected length, slick with its own precum.

The stimulation was too much, physical, visual, it overloaded his senses! Gokudera was aware that the sound of the scream was his own, but all he felt was reaching a level closer to nirvana, colors and stars exploding before his eyes as he peaked and flew over the edge.

“Takeshi!!!”

Gokudera vaguely heard Yamamoto scream his name out in return, but the wash of warmth that flooded his body brought him back from to earth, cradling him slowly into black warmth.

He wasn’t sure how long he had blacked out for, but the next thing Gokudera was aware of was laying on the floor, Yamamoto spooned up behind him. It couldn’t have been that long, both he and the baseball idiot’s breath were still coming in short, quick pants.

“Hayato… Hayato that was… it was…” Yamamoto tried to form the words, but none came.

“Hmph… it was, wasn’t it?” Gokudera agreed with a lazy smile that always came to him after a good fuck.

Slowly Yamamoto pulled out of his lover, and turned him around just as carefully so that they could face one another, wrapping his arms around the smaller man to cradle him close. “So you liked it? With the mirror?”

If his face wasn’t already flushed, Gokudera would have sworn his cheeks would have burst into color. He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze to the Rain Guardian’s chin, “It was better than I thought it would be.”

Gokudera could feel Yamamoto’s grin without having to look at it. “Then I can keep it?”

“Che, it’s your room you can keep whatever you want in it.”

“Haha, I guess that’s true. But what I meant is: Would you want to do it again?”

Gokduera knew that his blush was noticeable this time. “Idiot, perverted, sword freak,” he muttered under his breath, still not able to meet his gaze.

Yamamoto’s grin intensified. That might as well have been a yes in Gokudera’s language. “Maa… what am I going to do all this time without you, Gokudera? I’ll go crazy.”

Gokudera lifted his gaze almost shyly to meet the brunette’s warm chocolate brown eyes. He quickly schooled his expression and looked away, “You’ll manage, I’m sure. You’ll have your loud mouthed sword freak to keep you company.”

“Aww, don’t start that again, Hayato! You know it isn’t true.”

“Whatever,” Gokudera huffed. Yamamoto knew it would the closest he’d ever get to Gokudera taking something back.

“I really will miss you, though… Who am I going to do XXX stuff with for all these months? I won’t be able to last if I can’t see your wanton expression at the very least once a week, Gokudera! What will I do?” Yamamoto’s gaze was pitiful, whining softly like a puppy.

Gokudera rewarded him with a smack to the back of the head, his face cherry red, “B-baka! Don’t say such weird things! Geez, you really are a dirty pervert!”

“Haha! I guess I am, but it’s your fault.”

“Che, whatever.”

A comfortable silence fell between the two lovers.

“You remember how to use a digital camera like I taught you, right?” Gokudera broke the silence after a few minutes.”

“Un,” Yamamoto nodded, blinking curiously.

“And you remember how to log onto that private server like I showed you?” Gokudera went on, a hint of a pink blush dusting his pale cheeks, not meeting the other’s gaze.

“Un,” Yamamoto nodded again, more curious now.

Another short silence feel between the two of them before gray eyes flecked with aqua peeked up at the Rain Guardian again.

“Then I’ll make sure that you won’t get too lonely while you’re away.”

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The alternate title would be "No Resistance" because Gokudera is kidding himself if thinks he can resist Yamamoto at all! X3

This is for the prompts challenge in the 8059 club on y!g! It took me forever to do, though my idea for it smacked me in the face as soon as I read the list of prompts. xD;

As for when this is supposed to take place? Maybe when they're about... 19? Still pretty young! X3

Sorry for taking so long! In apology I offer you extra long smut? Because damn this lasted a lot longer than I thought it would! X___x

After this I think I will write a threesome fic I promised a certain someone, and after that the next ten stories will all revolve around Tsuna because I took another challenge on y!g and Tsuna must once again become the village bicycle... I'm sorry Tsuna... but I love you too much to just quietly leave you ina single pairing when so many guys want into your cute little pants!!!

... *clear throat* So yeah I'll be writing those along with trying to continue and hopefully complete some of my other ongoing fics.

Anyways! I hope you enjoy it! Please review!

And OMG! Possible hint at a continuation?! Mebbe! 9.9;