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Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Yamamoto/Gokudera. Slight Goku/Tsuna if you squint and turn your head to the side.

Word Count: 6,373

Ain't So Bad

By- Exitus

"It's hot..." Gokudera sighed, wiping his silver brow before taking its place back behind his head. As he sat his thoughts quickly turned to his Juudaime.

Tsuna was busy most weekends now, catching up on homework with Reborn. He had planned on taking the Boss out to the new movie that he had seen the previews on tv for; something with giant evil robots, gunfire and bombs and.. dinosaurs... or something like that. But it seemed Mr. Reborn had other plans for the new Boss that didn't involve any leisure time with his right hand man.

He leaned back against the giant tree he had been sitting under since the morning. The park had just begun to liven up with people indicating it was around noon time. He had skipped breakfast this morning and decided to just walk around Japan to figure out what he was going to do today. When his stomach growled angrily at him and he decided that for now it was time to go in search for some food. The food there was nothing like the Italian food he--like a good Italian should--ate like it was sacred. He didn't mind though, he had acquired a taste for the strange food over the time he had stayed with the Boss. Again his stomach growled again taking on a new irritated whine.

"Alright, alright, shut up! I'll get you some food, sheesh!" He snapped at his stomach, throwing his arms up in the air in defeat. He lifted himself from the ground, ignoring the odd stares he got from the people near him. What? Didn't everyone talk to their stomachs?

He wondered out of the gates and the shade and into the sweltering sun. He wasn't sure exactly where he was going, he would just let his feet take control. He walked with his hands in his pockets watching his feet as the noon-day sun beat down on him. He would occasionally bump into a body on the crowded street, mumble an "excuse me" or "watch it" and carried on. He walked for a good fifteen minutes, his feet taking rights and lefts until he stood infront of a VERY familiar shack.

"You have got to be kidding me." He groaned. The place where his feet had taken him would have been his last choice to go; infact he had just begun to turn himself around in the opposite direction when a VERY familiar voice cut through his eardrums.

"Gokudera!" Foot steps padded on the pavement as a tall Middle Schooler gaited towards him. Baseball Idiot... he internally groaned cursing his feet and his stomach.

"See the trouble you get me into!" He mumbled at his grumbling belly and looked up past the sun at the boy before him. Yamamoto raised an eyebrow at him.

"Who are you talking to?" He asked, resting the baseball bat that Reborn had given him on his shoulder. Gokudera huffed and dug his hands deeper into his jean pockets.

"No one Baseball Idiot." He glared at the taller boy. Yamamoto still kept his smile and shook his head.

"Okay then, why are you here?" He asked knowing that Gokudera probably didn't come to see him unless he was really that bored without Tsuna around.

Gokudera opened his mouth to reply with a snarky answer when a loud gurgling whine cut him off entirely. There was an awkward silence between the two boys before Yamamoto threw his head back in laughter.

"Holy CRAP! Hahaha... that had to.. hahaa.. be the loudest growl I have ever heard ahah!" He crosses his arms over his stomach to stop himself as Gokudera's eyebrow twitched in anger.

"Shut up asshole! It's a natural occurrence!" He huffed crossing his arms over his chest, hiding the slight blush forming on his cheeks.

"Pshh ain't nothing natural about that sound." He laughed again untangling his arms from his waist. Gokudera growled, his anger getting the best of him as usual and he started to storm off.

"Fuck you!" He hissed, flipping Yamamoto the bird as he passed him. He was almost passed the shack before a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his tracks. He looked over his shoulder at Yamamoto, who now had a stone serious face. Laughing his ass off to this expression now? What a weird kid.

"Hey, did you want something to eat? My treat!" And the smile was back. Gokudera sighed, his anger dissipated until he finally nodded in agreement. What would it hurt to go with Yamamoto just for now, and plus he was really hungry. He followed Yamamoto into his dad's sushi place and sat in a seat near the window. His father trampled in from the back, a fresh whole tuna in hand.

"Takeshi and friend! How are you boys? Would you like something to eat? Fatty tuna or sea urchin again?" It wasn't hard to see just where Yamamoto got his personality from. Obviously the apple didn't fall far from the tree.

"Uh, how about just some Nigiri-zushi and rice for now dad." Yamamoto's smile mirrored his father's own. These people are waaay too fucking happy...

"Okay then, I'll be back in a minute!" His father exclaimed hurrying back to the kitchen, the dead fish flopping in his hands as he skipped off. Gokudera took the chance to look around the shack, thinking how odd it was that the place was empty, especially since it was just about time for lunch hour. Gokudera opened his mouth to ask Yamamoto about his thoughts when he was stopped by Yamamoto staring at him. His face was serious again, but his eyes had a glazed over looked to it. Gokudera lifted his eyebrow at the strange kid and leaned over the table, waving a hand infront of his classmates face.

"Hellloooo anyone in that empty head of yours?" He plopped back down in his seat as Yamamoto jerked back to reality.

"Oh! Haha! No, I was just thinking about how strange it was for you to be here cause we never hang out and stuff you know?" Yamamoto laughed, albeit nervously, as he scratched the back of his neck. Gokudera gave Yamamoto an odd look but didn't question it, the kid was a strange one. There was a silence between the two boys-- something that seemed to happen a lot between them today-- before Yamamoto's father came back from the back room with their food.

"Here you go boys! Eat up!" He exclaimed in his usual loud voice, oblivious to the awkward air around the boys. Both boys split their chopsticks and chanted a quick "itadakimasu" and ate in quiet. Gokudera watched people walk by the window, a few finally coming in the shack to grab lunch. He watched as families and lovers walked by, becoming a bit nostalgic. When he was done his final roll he sighed and stretched his arms over his head. Yamamoto had bit into his last roll as Gokudera got up from his seat.

"Ah...gochisosama. Well thanks for that.. I should probably get going..." Get going where? His internal voice asked sarcastically and he let out a quiet snort, silencing the voice. He was getting ready to go out the door when Yamamoto called for him.

"Do you really have some place to be? I mean, I have a new video game upstairs if you want to check it out." Gokudera bit his lip looking out to the streets. No he really didn't have anywhere to go; he was bored out of his mind before his traitorous feet led him here.

"Tch. Yeah all right Baseball Idiot, why the hell not." He let go of the door handle and walked with Yamamoto leading the way upstairs. The stairs led to a door, behind it an upperfloor where he suspected was where Yamamoto and his father lived. When they got to Yamamoto's room Gokudera was not at all surprised to see his walls covered in baseball memorabilia and trophies. He was surprised however to find a framed picture of everyone sitting on the end table next to his bed. He remembered that night at the fireworks just after they had to beat the shit out of those lifeguard punks. He lifted the picture to get a closer look. Everyone looked really happy. He was even smiling himself, which wasn't very often. A small hint of a smile traced his lips.

"Getting sentimental Gokudera?" Gokudera lifted his eyes from the picture and glared at Yamamoto.

"Idiot, I was just lookin'." He growled, slamming the picture down on the end table.

"Yeah, yeah.." Smiled Yamamoto grabbing a box out of his closet. He set it on his bed with a soft thud and started rifling through all the game cases. Gokudera looked through the games as well, hoping to find one at least mildly interesting. After skimming over various names like "Baseball Madness" and "World Series Tokyo"* Gokudera knew there wouldn't be much variety to the games. He shrunk down Yamamoto's bed, watching as the other teen dug for his new game, his tongue sticking out in concentration. Gokudera rolled his eyes and rested his hands on the side of him. Yamamoto let out a triumphant yelp as he found the box he was looking for. He watched Yamamoto pop the disc into the game system bending infront of him to grab the controls in the lower shelf. As Yamamoto prepared, Gokudera caught himself staring at Yamamoto's backside and immediately adverted his eyes to the hard wood floor. He did admit that the athlete was very fit, though he would never tell him that to his face.

Yamamoto stood back up holding the controllers as Gokudera let out a relieved sigh. He sat next to Gokudera throwing him a control as the game began to start.Baseball... figures. He sighed inwardly as the screen flashed before him fast enough to cause some serious epileptic seizures.

~8059

Gokudera growled falling back on Yamamoto's floor. Yamamoto had kicked--no thoroughly pulverized-- his ass in the game. At the beginning Gokudera thought he as doing fairly well, only a few points behind, but actually, it seemed, Yamamoto was just warming up. Gokudera shot a glare towards the athlete, throwing the controller at him.

"You cheat!" He exclaimed as Yamamoto caught the flying plastic hunk.

"Oh, you think me a cheat huh?" He inquired smiling innocently at him.

"Fuck yeah I do! You knew you would fucking beat me!" He growled folding his arms under his head.

"Don't need to sulk about it." Yamamoto teased, putting up the game system.

Gokudera fumed. "I am so not sulking!" He huffed. Gokudera did not like to lose, and when he did, on those oh-so-rare occasions, he did not do it gracefully.

There was a silence in the room between the boys. These damn silences.. Yamamoto turned to Gokudera sitting across from him.

"What else do you think of me?"

"What?" Gokudera raised his eyebrow at the other boy. "I think you're an idiot, you're weird with that fucking smile all the time, and you smell like an old jock strap. Also, you fight like a pansy girl."

"Harsh." Gokudera snorted, closing his eyes smugly.

"I try. Now, do you have any other games, or have I found your worth?" He asked, opening one to watch Yamamoto.

Yamamoto stared back, the goofy grin on his face, his eyes narrows mischievously.

"What?" Gokudera snarled, opening both eyes.

"I got a game for you." He smirked and trailed a hand to the front of his pants. Gokudera followed his hand, confused about what the stupid jock was planning. His long fingers flicked the first button open and unzipped the zipper. Gokudera's eyes widened, and he quickly sat up from the floor.

"Just what are you--"

"We used to play this at baseball camp, during a bad storm or late at night when we had nothing better to do." He stopped, his hands clasped around his waistband. "The objective is to see who can hold out the longest. The loser is deemed a pansy girl." Devious eyes stared back at Gokudera. "And I can show you how wrong you are at just who is the pansy girl."

Gokudera licked his lips nervously, unaware as Takeshi watched the simple movement closely. How could he pass up a chance to prove Yamamoto his worthlessness. But in such a way? He furrowed his eyebrows. He knew about such games, and how to play, he was a normal Middle School student... well, as normal as a mafia child could be, and knew about guys having these kinds of games all the time. Though for Gokudera, he didn't have a friend at all growing up, so he pretty much grew up as a social outcast.

Yamamoto watched him for a reaction, looking a tiny bit self conscious as his hands tightened around his jeans. Gokudera rolled his eyes, copying Yamamoto's lead from before. "Yeah, pansy, you're on!" He growled and slid a hand into his jeans. He held in a breath as he touched his hardening flesh and looked up, making sure Yamamoto was doing the same. Yamamoto pushed his lose cotton pants down past his waist and took his already hard organ in his hand.

"Okay the rules..." He breathed, keeping his hand still. "Number one: You can only jack off with your hand, nothing else." He swallowed, and looked at Gokudera, making sure he was listening, a small blush forming on his face. "Number two: No touching uh, anyone else in the game... and finally Number Three: No actual talking. No chanting of "grandma naked" or "dead puppies" but moaning and.. stuff like that is okay, got it?" Gokudera nodded, feeling the flush of heat over taking his face.

"Okay, start... now." Yamamoto's hand pumped slowly on his hard member, making sure Gokudera had started too before he stared into nothing, concentrating. Gokudera was the first one to let out a soft moan, his soft cock becoming firmer with every slide of his hand. Yamamoto answered a few seconds later with a breathy gasp of his own. The room was quiet except for the soft slide of flesh and the occasional gasp or moan from the two. Gokudera played with the tip of his member, his thumb playing with the small slit on top. As time went on, the moans raised in volume and more frequently. Gokudera's hand tightened around his cock, and used his other to stroke his balls. He gasped out a moan as his stomach tightened.

Gokudera bit his lip in concentration; there was no way he was going to lose to this Baseball Idiot. With his legs stretched out infront of him, his hips twitching, Gokudera knew he wouldn't be able to last long. Damn it..! he cursed his stupid teen libido, his teeth digging into his lip. He wondered if the Idiot was just as close as he was. This was a fatal mistake however as he looked up to see Yamamoto. His eyes widened at the scene before him. His faced was a full dark flush stretching across his cheek bones, his lips were parted slightly with slow hitching breaths. Yamamoto's pants were at is ankles with one foot out of the leg and both legs were spread far apart giving Gokudera a view of everything.

Gokudera felt his balls tighten in his hand as his fist squeezed hard around him. Before he knew it, he came with a long, breathy moan. His hand pumped faster, milking him all until he collapsed backwards on the side of Yamamoto's bed. His eyes rolled back and his mouth hung open as he recovered post-orgasm. His hand fell to the floor beside him and his eyes snapped open in alarm. Oh shit... He thought frantically. Did I just...? His train of thought was broken by quiet chuckling infront of him. His eyes snapped to Yamamoto in a death-glare, the Idiot's smirk never wavering.

"Looks like I win." He said, his voice still thick with arousal but didn't move. Gokudera let out a irritated breath still glaring at the athlete. Yamamoto's eyes flickered down to Gokudera's lap and his smirk stretched across his face. Pervert.

"Must have been a hell of a fantasy." He smirked, nodding to his mess.

Gokudera rested his head back looking at the ceiling. "You have no idea.." He replied quietly to himself. He closed his eyes, the image of Yamamoto burned into his brain. As he kept his eyes closed, he caught the sound of shuffling clothes and figured Yamamoto was getting dressed, and also getting ready to rub his victory, for the second time, in his face. He sighed and moved his hand to his groin fixing himself and grabbed the zipper before a hand stopped him. His eyes snapped open to meet a pair of dark brown ones six inches from his face. His throat tightened. What did this Baseball Idiot think he was doing?

Heat spread across his face as he broke eye contact and traced up Yamamoto's bare legs stopping at the hem of his boxers. Gokudera swallowed, his head spinning. His eyes snapped back to Yamamoto, this time glaring at the dark haired boy.

"Just what the fuck do you think--"

"You looked... you look.." Yamamoto's voice rasped. Hayato licked his lips, noticing Yamamoto's eyes following the pink muscle. He didn't know what to say. This is bad...

"Baseball Idiot..." He managed to gasp out, unsure.

Smooth lips met moist ones as Yamamoto threaded a hand in Gokudera's silver hair. Gokudera sat rigid, his brain frozen by Yamamoto's actions. Yamamoto moved his lips over his coaxing him to relax. A hand moved down from his hair and smoothed down to his neck. Gokudera's brain finally responded, his lips moving with Yamamotos'. Yamamoto let out a relieved sigh as the Italian finally started to kiss him back. A tongue snaked its way passed Yamamoto's lips, grazing against Gokudera's. Gokudera parted his lips slightly as the tongue moved in and traced his teeth and wiggled around with his own tongue. Gokudera lifted a hand to the back of Yamamoto's neck, pulling them closer together. Yamamoto let out a soft moan as their teeth clashed together. Both boys were losing breath and reluctantly parted their kiss bruised lips.

They both stared at one another, amber boring into jade, jade gawking into amber. Their breath harsh against eachothers face. It seemed that all the tension between them before was at the breaking point, and if neither of them did anything, it would surely snap.

A hand reached out grabbing Yamamoto's shirt and crashed their lips together again. The kiss was rougher this time, more lust filled than curious. Yamamoto opened his mouth to fight teasingly against Gokudera's, his shirt collar dug into the back of his neck. He snaked a hand up Gokudera's shirt skimming across hard muscle. He reached up his chest and took a nipple gently between his fingers. Gokudera groaned and arched his back, Yamamoto's fingers sending shooting pleasure through him. Yamamoto broke the kiss trailing wet kisses down Gokudera's jaw and neck. He stopped at the juncture of his neck and shoulder and attached his lips to the sensitive spot, sucking hard. Gokudera let out a sharp gasp that quickly turned into a throaty moan. He curled his fingers into Yamamoto's shirt, tugging it, almost ripping his shirt off. Yamamoto couldn't help but let out a short chuckle, helping Gokudera with his shirt. He threw it behind him in some corner quickly attaching himself back to Gokudera's throat.

As soon as the shirt was off Gokudera began exploring Yamamoto's lean, muscled chest. His finger's grazed over hardening nipples, and Yamamoto groaned into Gokudera's neck. Yamamoto laved down Gokudera's clavicle, stopped by the collar of his shirt. Yamamoto grunted, taking his hands out from under the shirt and pulled it off over Gokudera's head. His eyes traveled over Gokudera's body. It was lean and hard, his stomach was washboard flat and moved with his chest as he panted. Creeping lust began to cloud Yamamoto's head and he stood up taking Hayato with him. He pushed Gokudera onto his full sized bed straddling his lean waist. He frowned as his touch met course denim. His fingers grabbed onto the waist of Gokudera's jeans and pulled, his boxer's going with it. He threw the jeans in the same direction he threw everything else and licked his lips as he was met with Gokudera's hard erection.

Gokudera panted, his arousal was so hard it hurt. Yamamoto moved down and sat on his knees, slowly moving his hands up and down Gokudera's body.

"Wha.." Gokudera's lips slurred watching Takeshi slide down his body.

Gokudera's breath hitched as Yamamoto snaked a hand around his dick. It pumped slowly, paying extra attention to the throbbing head.

"Uhhaa..." Hayato bit his lip as Yamamoto smoothed his thumb over his crown.

He leaned forward to take an erect nipple in his mouth, and Gokudera groaned, his hands threading into Yamamoto's dark hair. As Yamamoto pumped faster, Gokudera's fingers dug into his scalp, he could taste the slight twang of blood on his tongue. Gokudera panted, wanting something more than the calloused hands of the boy hovering above him. The hands pushed on Yamamoto's head, moving downward from his chest. Yamamoto took the hint and trailed a tongue down Gokudera's stomach, dipping into his navel, and down to the hard flesh. Gokudera put a hand up to his mouth, biting on his finger trying to stop the embarrassing noises coming from him.

Yamamoto took Gokudera gently into his mouth sucking lightly as he sunk down as far as his throat would allow. Gokudera bit down on his hand, muffling the loud cry from his lips. His other hand made a fist in Yamamoto's thick hair, wanting him to quicken his torturous pace. Yamamoto his head bobbed only slightly faster, not completely giving in to Gokudera. Gokudera let out a soft whine; he took his hand from his mouth, red teeth marks already rising into small welts and placed it on the other side of Yamamoto's head. Gokudera now had nothing to muffle his voice as he panted and moaned, bucking his hips in Yamamoto's mouth. Yamamoto groaned against Gokudera, the erotic sounds coming from the other boy making his cock twitch. He moved his hands to hold down his hips as his tongue laved at his cock.

"Yama..." Gokudera moaned throwing his head back. Gokudera could feel the tightening in his stomach, his legs trembling for release. Yamamoto could feel Gokuderas oncoming orgasm also, and suddenly released Gokudera's cock from his lips, the other hissing through his teeth. Gokudera panted under him, the boys nails digging into his shoulders. Yamamoto sighed, kissing his lips.

"I don't... want to end this just yet." Yamamoto panted, running a hand through Gokudera's soft hair. A growl came up from the back of Gokudera's throat. It was obvious his intentions were a little different as he took ahold of the boy's shoulders on top of him and switched their positions so he was straddling the annoying athlete. Yamamoto let out a surprised yelp as he was flung underneath Gokudera, his hands securely fastened on Gokudera's well toned arms.

"You.." Gokudera growled. "I don't care, I want to get off. Just stopping like that, you're lucky I don't kill you!" Gokudera grunted as his hands made quick business of Yamamoto's boxers (decorated with small baseballs), and threw them over his shoulder. He grasped both of their erections with one hand, stroking them against eachother. Both boys groaned, the feeling odd but pleasurable. His hand slid over their arousals, drops of pre-cum mixing with eachothers, making his hand become slick. They grinded against eachother, picking up the pace and Gokudera's felt a warm hand closed over his tightening his grip. Yamamoto's other hand traveled up Gokudera's chest, his fingers nimble, caressing his hard nipples.

Gokudera groaned and rested his head in the crook of Yamamoto's neck. He bucked his hips faster into their hands, his erection harder than ever. He could hear Yamamoto's breath hitch and moan in his ear, his own voice answering in the same way. A hand snaked to Gokudera's hip, steadying him.

"Gokudera wait.." Gokudera growled at Yamamoto, but the way he has said his name had made him stop, though none the less irritated.

"What is it now Baseball Idiot!?" He asked venomously, lifting his head to glare at the boy. Yamamoto clucked nervously, running a hand through his hair.

"Just.. hold on a sec.." He trailed as he lifted his upper body. He looked over Gokudera's shoulder, stretching an arm to the end table and opened the first drawer. Gokudera listened to the sound of objects shifting in the drawer and rolled his eyes as Yamamoto peaked his tongue out in concentration. When Yamamoto's hand touched a small plastic bottle he quickly grasped it and let out a small triumphant 'aha!' showing it to Gokudera. Gokudera swallowed thickly as he inspected the tiny bottle of lotion. He knew what Yamamoto had meant as he took the bottle from his hands. His eyes turned to Yamamoto, his face oddly serious. Gokudera tightened his hand on the bottle a small smirk playing at his lips.

"So.. Baseball Idiot, are you a pitcher or a catcher?" He asked, watching to see how the other would react. Yamamoto blinked a few times, not getting why Gokudera would ask about his position in baseball, especially now... Then it hit him. Gokudera watched his eyes grow wide and a deep red color crossing his cheeks.

"I.. don't really care who is... who." He shrugged his eyes not meeting Gokudera. The silver haired boy rolled his eyes at the idiots renewed bashfulness. A deft thumb flipped the small container open, the lotion containing no specific smell as he poured the substance on his fingers. Yamamoto watched him curiously as he threw the bottle to the side and leaned forward. A hand disappeared behind him, slick fingers touching his most private orifice. Yamamoto eyebrows lifted as the boy leaning over him let out a small sigh then a moan. Gokudera kept his eyes concentrated on Takeshi's chest as he fingered himself.

The more he moaned the harder Yamamoto seemed to get. The implied tasked was out of view for the taller boy teasing him with every gasp and moan Gokudera let out. Finally Yamamoto had enough and quickly grasped the Italian by the waist flipping them. Gokudera let out a startled shout as he was flipped over, his hands instinctively positioning to catch himself and fingers slipping out of his ass.

"What. Do you think. You're doing?" He asked through clenched teeth. His green eyes on fire as he glared at the dark haired boy.

Yamamoto bit his lip looking sheepishly at Gokudera.

"I wanted to watch." He stated simply his eyes trailing down to his now abandoned hole.

The Italian could feel his face heat up at the boy's seemingly innocent confession and averted his eyes to an unspecific spot on the wall. Though, unknowing to Yamamoto, it had quite an effect on him. There was a small silence between the boys as neither of them moved before Yamamoto's voice sliced through.

"I didn't hurt you did I?" He asked, concern hinting in his voice. Gokudera snorted, rolling his eyes at the idiot athlete.

"No you didn't. I'm not made of glass. Though doing this now will be a little awkward for me. So now you're going to have to help."

Yamamoto stared at the Italian slightly incredulous.

"Help?" He asked confused.
"Yeah, I'll show you. Grab the lotion and put some on your fingers." Yamamoto blinked a few times before grabbing the discarded bottle and dabbing some on three of his fingers.

"Thats good. Now, put a finger in." Yamamoto was now completely scandalized, though his cock said otherwise. He felt the heat in his face spread down his neck and chest as he trailed a long finger to Gokuderas hole. He pushed in, feeling little resistance because of Gokuderas ministrations before. He was surprised at how hot the Italian was inside, making him hold back a moan as Gokudera sighed slightly moving his hips.

"'Nother one." Yamamoto swallowed and took out his finger almost all the way out before placing his index finger with it and pushing back in. This time he met some resistance as he pushed into the boy. He stopped as he heard the boy hiss and looked up into bright jade orbs.

"You okay?"

"'M fine. Keep going." Gokudera glared at the jock-head. Yamamoto shrugged, moving his eyes back to his hand and pushed on all the way. He felt Gokudera tense slightly around his fingers before relaxing. Yamamoto stayed stiff before moving his fingers experimentally inside the Italian. A curving them slightly upwards he felt a soft bump under his fingertips and gently grazed his fingers over the spot.

"Agghhnnn..." Yamamoto stopped, startled at the boys reaction to his touching fearing he had hurt him. But as he looked up at the boys face he saw that it had had the exact opposite effect. The boys chest was panting rapidly, a slight pink glow dusted over his cheeks and chest. His eyes were pure lust staring at him like molten pools. A small gasp passed Yamamoto's lips and he moved his fingers over the spot again, getting the same lust filled reaction.

Gokudera's arms grabbed at Yamamoto's, clawing as the boy sped up the pace of his fingers. His knees tightened against Yamamoto's waist pushing his hips farther down his fingers. Yamamoto watched the Italian as he writhed and moaned beneath him, fucking himself of his fingers. Yamamoto wondered how many others he had done this with. He seemed pretty experienced with sex and Yamamoto felt a slight pang of jealousy run through him. Gokudera was his first. Sure, he had jacked-off and kissed others but nothing this far. The thought of Gokudera with others made him a little jealous.

Hands tightened on Yamamoto's shoulders, bringing him out of his reverie. He slipped another finger in, hearing Gokudera cry out as the three fingers rubbed inside him. Yamamoto took his other hand and fisted it around Gokuderas half-hard cock. The silver haired boy's breath hitched, arching off the bed. Yamamoto leaned forward, lips almost touching the others ear.

"Does it feel good Gokudera?" He whispered.

"Haa... s-so good.." He panted, licking his lips. His fingers dug into taunt shoulders as the others fingers and fist brought him close to completion. "I want you inside me now..." He rasped, his voice low. He pushed his palms bluntly on the front of Yamamotos shoulders, Yamamoto taking the hint, fell on his back, bringing Gokudera up over him. Gokudera sat over him, his balance of his knees that straddled the young athlete. He reached for the small bottle of lotion and applied a fair amount onto the palm of his hand. Yamamoto's breathed hitched as Hayato grabbed him, moving his hand in an up and down motion, coating him in the lotion. After he made sure Takeshi was properly lathered he pointed his cock to his entrance. Quick hands shot at his waist to steady him.

Slowly, he sank onto the boys thickness taking each inch moaning as it lightly brushed at his prostate. The hands at his waist tightened as he slowly slid down the length. Yamamoto groaned, his eyes squeezing shut at the absurdly tight channel. He breathed hard, feeling like he couldn't get enough air. When Gokudera was finally seated down his length, they both paused trying to catch their breaths. The aching in Gokuderas bottom was only slightly painful, but the sensation of being filled overpowered it.

When Yamamoto's breath finally started to settle down, he pushed up his hips in a test thrust making both boys groan. Gokudera took the hint and placed both hands on Yamamoto's chest and he slowly slid himself up his cock only to slam back down again.

Gokudera felt he could scream. The other boys length was hitting his prostate right on. He repeated his actions a little faster. He could hear Yamamoto hitch under him, putting his calloused hands on his hips to steady his rhythm. Takeshi moved his hips in sync with Gokudera, both finding a comfortable rhythm.

Yamamoto watched as Gokudera mewled on top of him. His eyes were shut in concentration and his eyebrows were knitted together tightly, sweat running down his temple. His mouth was open as keening noises escaped it. Takeshi moved a hand from Hayato's hip and swiped a thumb over Gokuderas lower lip. The swollen mouth closed around his finger, sucking gently. He sucked in a breath, the simple gesture sending shocks throughout his body. He noticed the green eyes now open and staring at him hungrily before the mouth was against his kissing him fervently.

His thrusts picked up and almost sent Gokudera screaming into the kiss, the new position creating more wonderful friction. As Yamamoto held onto his hip tight keeping him balanced, Hayato's hands clawed at his chest rocking and riding Yamamoto. A hand lifted from his chest, encircling his leaking member and sloppily jacked himself off to their thrusting, causing his moans to pick up in pitch. Yamamoto watched Gokudera his mind couldn't help but go back to his previous thoughts. How many partners had Gokudera had before him? And would this mean anything at all to Hayato once he got himself off? Yamamoto had begun seen the hot-headed teen in a new light ever since the Varia incident when he had battled Belphagor. He remembered feeling almost lost when he thought Gokudera would die in the game. A strange feeling he had analyzed over and over again. And over and over again he would get the same answer, he cared for Gokudera. Maybe, even..--Yamamoto inwardly gulped-- loved the silver haired Italian.

Yes, that was it, he loved him. He loved "Smokin' Bomb Hayato".... But ironically the problem also lied within the boy. He knew that Gokudera didn't love him back. Infact, he was almost sure the other boy hated him. But him being with Takeshi now, there was a small chance that maybe the boy had liked him, even a little.

"Baseball Idiot... you're being weird again.." He felt a smack to the side of the head again knocking him out of his thoughts. Their pace had slowed and Gokudera had ceased touching himself as he saw that the boy under him was somewhere out in left field.*

Yamamoto stared back at him, back into the land of the living. His face was totally unreadable making Gokudera a little unnerved.

"What's with you jock-Aggghnn!"

He was flipped over on his back before he could finish his insult. The Baseball Idiot now towered over him, Hayato's legs on both of his shoulders. Gokudera's temper flared, he couldn't figure out what had gotten into the athlete. But before he could even open his mouth to yell at him the boy thrust back into him, his pace fast and hard. His mouth was now open not to scream at him but to cry out as Takeshi hit his spot dead on, his dick stabbing into the sensitive nerves.

"Ahh-haa Ya-Yamamoto!" He called, his arms encircling the boys broad shoulders. He athlete panted harshly into Gokudera neck, his hips slamming into him almost mechanically.

"N-no. My name, say my name." Gokudera growled.

"Fucking Yamamoto is your name." He managed to snap despite the intense feeling coiling up in his abdomen.

It was Yamamoto's turn to growl.

"Say my name, Takeshi, say it!" This was the first time Hayato ever hearing such tone from the boy. His happy-go-lucky demeanor was gone, and in replace, a serious assassin. It sent wild shivers down his spine.

"T-Takeshi!"

Gokudera heard the boys breatch hitch in his ear, his grip on him tightening.

"Nngh.. say it again." He whispered into the Italian's ear.

"Takeshi!" He whimpered. This new side of Yama- Takeshi made his dick jump.

With each forceful thrust the boys moved position on the bed until Gokuderas head hung off from the edge, not that they really cared at that moment. Gokudera arched, his head going back as a rough hand circled around his cock.

"T-Takeshi! Takeshi!" The Italian moaned his name like a sacred mantra. He was so close, so damn close. And by the erratic thrusting in his ass, so was the other.

Gokudera clawed desperately at Takeshi's back as the boy fucked him, his head back staring aimlessly at the opposite wall. His imminent orgasm was building up tighter.

"Ahh... Hayato..." The athlete groaned.

"Oh God!" That had did it. His name moaned, dripping with sex, made the final coil in his stomach snap. In a split second his head was in the crook of Yamamoto's neck, sharp teeth biting into the taunt flesh. His cum shot out splashing against both this stomachs.

"Hayato!" Gokudera let out a weak moan as Takeshi's seed filled him.

"Takeshi.." He panted as the dark haired boy rested his sweaty forehead on Gokudera's shoulder.

A few minutes later, Yamamoto summoned enough energy to slip out the Italian and roll off to his side. He closed his eyes, exhausted, but inwardly ecstatic, having been able to do what he had only fantasized about doing. Soon he felt Gokudera shift. and Takeshi felt a small pang of fear that Gokudera was just going to up and leave. But his fear was soon soothed as a warm body plopped next to him, damp hair resting on his chest. Both boys were silent. The room gently humming from the noise of the outside mid-day traffic. Yamamoto wondered what to do next, not wanting to ruin anything. But the other seemed to be way ahead of him, finally breaking the silence.

"Ya-Takeshi?" The Italian questioned tiredly.

Yamamoto sighed nervously.

"Yeah?" There was a pause, then the other seemed to hesitantly nuzzle into his chest.

"You ain't so bad."

Yamamoto chuckled. Not 'I love you', but pretty damn close as far as both of them was concerned.

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*(LOLPUN) BASEBALL HUMOR

A/N: Maaannn, so glad I finally got around to uploading this. It's been in WIP/Hiatus mode for what seemed like forever because I could never get a moment to myself. Ah, what a hectic life I lead. But now I finally have some time and I finally finished it. Hope you enjoyed. Reviews are appreciated!
Also, is it me or does Yamamoto seem to be the secret jealous type?
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