Reinvent love

Reinvent love


Come save me from walking off a windowsill
or I'll sleep in the rain

Mad as Rabbits - Panic! At The Disco

Gokudera hated the Varia parties.

He hated being back in Italy, hated the 10th's no-smoking-inside policy, hated having to translate everything to the baseball idiot who, even after years of service to the Vongola still didn't have more than rudimentary Italian skills. He hated the Varia's taste for music and food and wine - and he hated having to watch the shark freak being so friendly with Yamamoto, like right now he was leaning in way too close and the idiot was just laughing and smiling.

Gokudera gritted his teeth and looked away, fingering his lighter in his pocket. It was all for the 10th of course, he thought as he surveyed the increasingly intoxicated crowd looking for the Vongola boss. Just in time too, 10th was waving at him from behind Lancia who looked to be far too drunk and far to familiar with him and Gokudera kicked a few chairs under some select Varia members while storming there.

10th's Italian was nearly perfect, but even Gokudera had difficulties figuring out what slurring Lancia was saying. After few minutes, one request and one direct order from the 10th for Gokudera not to punch Lancia in the face, he had managed to sit Lancia down and explain to him that skinny dipping with the 10th was completely out of the question, for now and till kingdom come. Gokudera found himself wishing the baseball idiot was there to help him, to make that one stupid joke that would completely diffuse the situation and laugh. Annoyed, he glanced back at his table to find that Yamamoto wasn't there anymore. Gokudera frowned but his immediate attention was back on Lancia who was trying to get up again, but luckily now Basil had arrived and the lawnhead was making his way towards them too.

Though his eyes were still on the 10th and the unravelling situation Gokudera couldn't help his mind going back to the empty table. As Ryohei took control of the situation Gokudera stepped back and turned to Yamamoto's table again - neither of the swordsmen were there, but the knife freak was, and something about his particularly nasty grin he had on his face when he leaned over to sniff Yamamoto's glass made Gokudera's stomach lurch. Now he was making his way in the crowd, scanning, scanning but the baseball idiot's familiar form wasn't anywhere to be seen. The knife freak was laughing at him as he exited the great hall, his heart now beating faster.

Closed door muffled the sounds from the party, and empty echoy hallway was quiet. Gokudera huffed annoyed, not sure if the idiot's comings and goings were any of this business anyway, but regardless he took down the hallway towards their room. Maybe there was a sound in the otherwise quiet hall the caught his attention, but Gokudera stopped at the men's restroom door. Frowning he opened the door but the room was empty, no one at the urinals or the stalls, and he was just about to close the door and leave when he definitely heard a sound.

Gokudera stepped in and let the door close behind him.

"Yamamoto?" he said raising his voice slightly.

Sound was like... a muffled moan. Gokudera's mind went blank as he started towards the stalls, kicking them open one by one.

Empty. Empty. Empty.

Last one... was open, and Gokudera couldn't hear anything but the blood pumping in his ears as he stepped in view. Yamamoto was there, sprawled on the toilet seat, his tie as a gag, his suit jacket on the floor and his trousers pulled down to his knees. Squalo was there too, his hand in Yamamoto's hair pulling it back, his cock buried balls deep in Yamamoto's ass and watching Gokudera with a wide grin.

For a second Gokudera saw nothing but red. Later on he couldn't even remember throwing the punch - first one Squalo narrowly avoided and Gokudera's fist connected painfully with the stall wall, next one hit Squalo on the shoulder as he was scrambling to get away while trying to get his cock back into his trousers.

"Calm down, calm down..." Squalo was laughing as he retreated and Gokudera could feel blood trickling down his knuckles but didn't care. "You could have had seconds... I don't mind sharing..."

Gokudera's trembling hands ghosted his belt where his dynamite should have been and the shark took the hint, backing out as quickly as was possible while remaining even remotely dignified. For few seconds Gokudera just stood there, staring at the door, shaking in rage. Then the pain from his broken knuckles reached his brain and he gave a quiet hiss and stepped to the sink to wash off the blood - he very carefully didn't look in the mirror, didn't want to see what was behind him.

This hurt. Why did it hurt so much? For sure, they had never talked about their relationship - and it was probably his own mistake to ever even started to think about it as such when obviously to Yamamoto he was nothing but a fuck buddy. It was just recently when 10th had given them a speech about managing costs and told them there was no use booking two rooms if they ever only spent time in one - so for this trip they had officially shared a bed... It was just his own fault for thinking they had been sharing anything else.

With shaking hands he closed the faucets and brought his cold wet hands to his burning face. Even with his eyes closed all he could see was the shark fucking the idiot and the pain in his chest grew heavier. With a deep sigh Gokudera tried to shrug the feeling off and turned to leave when Yamamoto, who had remained quiet for all this time let out another muffled moan and Gokudera had to turn to look.

The man hadn't moved, but when Gokudera approached he turned towards him and opened his eyes, weakly trying to pull the tie tied around his head off. It was immediately clear to Gokudera that something was wrong. Pupils in Yamamoto's hazel eyes were so large he almost couldn't tell their color, and none of their usual spark was there - but there was recognition in them and the man looked at him pleading.

"Shit..." Gokudera started pulling the tie off and then the napkin that Squalo had stuffed into Yamamoto's mouth to keep him quiet.
"He... put something... in my drink..." Yamamoto gasped when he could speak and Gokudera felt like an idiot.

This would have been the time to say something comforting like I've got you now, like Yamamoto would have said done had the roles been reversed, but all that Gokudera could manage was:

"You idiot..." he hissed as he stroked Yamamoto's hair from his templates and the man shivered under his fingers.
"I'm sorry..." Yamamoto gasped squeezing his eyes closed again.

Gokudera nervously licked his lips and suddenly hesitated. He should have helped the man up to his feet, dress him up and take him to their room to rest... yet his hand was heavy on Yamamoto's shoulder keeping him down. His lover was always painfully handsome, but right now also breathtakingly erotic - his chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted, but most of all his ass, up in the air with his hole stretched and slick and... so ready. Gokudera took a sharp breath in and closed his eyes feeling himself get hard at the sight... Yamamoto was already there, his cock heavy and swollen, leaking precum and thought of the idiot getting hard from the shark freak fucking him made Gokudera angry again.

"You idiot..." he repeated as he leaned closer and wiped some saliva off Yamamoto's cheek that had dribbled through the gag, his fingers lingering.
"Haaa..." Yamamoto's voice was raspy and he grasped Gokudera's hand, pushing it to his cock.

Gokudera blinked but took Yamamoto's cock and wrapped his fingers tightly around it. The effect was stunning, Yamamoto cried out and started slowly bucking into Gokudera's fist, his hips jerking in a way that made it impossible for Gokudera to look away. He pressed his other hand to his crotch and hissed, he was so hard already and the idiot's jutting hips made him want to...

It wasn't the first time he had fucked Yamamoto. Though both of them preferred it the other way, this happened from time to time - first time they had both been completely sloshed and the idiot hadn't been able to get it in, they had wrestled and Gokudera had ended up on the top. The idiot had laughed at first, and then cried and Gokudera had hurt him more than intended but hadn't been able stop himself. Yamamoto had limped for two days afterwards and it was a while before they had attempted the switch again... Next time they had been sober but fighting again, Yamamoto had baited him and he had taken it hook line and sinker and fucked him on the mat in the equipment storage room. It had been much more pleasurable the second time around, and on subsequent times - but it was always quick, never premeditated and never on a bed.

But... never like this. The idiot was never this lewd, never this horny and in need of a fuck. One-handed Gokudera fumbled his belt and let his trousers fall down, his cock aching for Yamamoto.

"Stay still..." he gasped letting go off Yamamoto's cock, grabbing his hips.

Slowly he guided his cock in, and it was so slick and hot and tight that Gokudera cried out, and so did Yamamoto. Already stretched and prepared, penetration wasn't so overwhelming as other times and Gokudera wondered if this is how it felt for Yamamoto when the idiot was fucking him. There was no pain on the man's face, just intense need and when Gokudera didn't move Yamamoto started grinding back to him, moaning.

"Haa... harder..." he moaned and Gokudera grabbed his hips tighter.

He increased his speed, sliding into the exquisite tightness, closing his eyes but hearing the schlick and the sound of flesh on flesh, hearing Yamamoto's guttural moaning.

"Ha.... yato..." even on the bottom the idiot couldn't keep quiet and Gokudera snarled, grabbing hold of Yamamoto's shoulders for leverage.

He trusted deeper and Yamamoto's whole body was quivering, he was hanging on trying to stay balanced on top of the toilet seat but his drugged body didn't have the strength and Gokudera didn't have enough to keep him up. Yamamoto slipped and crashed to the floor, Gokudera's cock slipping out and they were both panting trying to scramble up.

"Hayato, just please, f-fuck me..."

Hearing the normally so lax and cool Yamamoto beg him so drove Gokudera crazy. He pressed the taller man against the stall wall and pushed in again, his hand grabbing Yamamoto's cock again starting to pump it. Yamamoto was melting in his hands, the power both scared and turned Gokudera on and he felt his legs shaking as he pounded into the man, burying his face into the black hair and the muscular neck. And he tried to make it as good as he could, but knew he wouldn't last for too long and soon enough he was cumming while clinging onto Yamamoto's broad shoulders.

After the haze lifted Gokudera found he was still holding Yamamoto's hard cock in his hand and he cursed inwardly - patience had never been one his virtues and once again he had gone ahead without thinking of his partner. Yamamoto was panting and shaking under him, his eyes closed and Gokudera moved carefully, pulling out which elicited a low moan from the swordsman. Gokudera leaned in to kiss the man's shoulder and neck, and he felt a pang in his gut.

"Promise..." he whispered on a sudden whim. "Promise that... this is only for me..."

But he didn't let Yamamoto answer, didn't want to hear the response either way. He turned the man around and sunk on his knees, taking Yamamoto's cock in his mouth, loved the gasp the man let out, loved how his lover was now calling his name out as continuous moan. And he loved how the silky hardness of Yamamoto's cock felt in his mouth, it's familiar feel and taste, loved the little jerk of Yamamoto's hips as he tried to be patient but couldn't quite stop himself from bucking into Gokudera's mouth. He rolled his tongue around the cock, sucked it and watched Yamamoto writhe against the wall, his eyes squeezed shut, fists clenched.

Gokudera knew how much the idiot loved cumming in his mouth which was the reason he usually didn't let Yamamoto do it. But now he wanted it, wanted so bad to taste the swordsman's seed and he increased his speed wrapping his lips even tighter around Yamamoto's cock - he could feel the man's muscles clenching, and then Yamamoto cried out and unloaded deep into his throat.

For few moments Yamamoto just whimpered softly, then his legs gave out too and he slid to the floor next to Gokudera. Gokudera was swallowing and wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, catching Yamamoto to soften his fall. He didn't want to be the supporting one, wanted Yamamoto to wrap his arms around him and playfully tease him like he always did afterwards so he could punch him and make it all good again. But Yamamoto's body was almost limp and Gokudera held him, listening to the man's breathing get more steady - suddenly becoming more aware that they were half-naked in the restroom where anyone could walk in on them at any time.

He started pulling his own trousers up, hastily tying the belt and getting Yamamoto's jacket off the floor. Gokudera helped the swordsman to his feet getting his trousers up too as Yamamoto leaned on him heavy, breathing on his neck. After he managed to get Yamamoto looking relatively respectable, tie around his neck and shirt buttoned up all the way he half walked, half carried the heavier man out.

To his surprise Gokudera found Ryohei and Squalo arguing outside. Ryohei seemed to want to get in while Squalo seemed insistent that he shouldn't - both men stopped when Gokudera and Yamamoto appeared at the door.

"Like I said... I think the man's had too much to drink..." Squalo smirked and Ryohei looked at Gokudera raising his eyebrows.

Gokudera glanced at Squalo, his gut telling him to drop Yamamoto and go and punch the freak's teeth in - but back of his mind he could vaguely hear the 10th's voice from a recent briefing (where he'd been busy playing footsies with Yamamoto) talking about the importance of keeping good relations with the Varia. He gave Squalo a "looks should kill" eyeful and Ryohei a grateful one as the boxer came to his aid to escort Yamamoto to their quarters.

As they laid Yamamoto on the bed, the man was starting to get aroused again - whatever Squalo had given him was obviously potent stuff and Gokudera quickly ushered grinning Ryohei out of the room. Yamamoto gave a soft sigh and Gokudera turned to him, wondering if it would be possible to undress the man and keep his hands to himself. Jacket was still fine, but unbuttoning Yamamoto's shirt made the man shiver and moan, and when opening the half unconscious man's trousers Gokudera couldn't help but to softly caress his hard length through his underwear. Yamamoto arched into Gokudera's hand whispering his name softly and Gokudera felt guilty for taking advantage yet incredibly horny... he bit his lip and cursed under his breath.

"Fucking idiot..." he muttered as he made his decision and started quickly undressing, throwing his jacket off and his shirt and while trying to get out of his pants hopped one-legged over to the night stand to get the lube.

Panting lightly Gokudera returned to Yamamoto who was watching him with his half closed eyes, then reaching towards him with his hands when he came close. Gokudera spread some lube into his hands and pulled Yamamoto's underwear off freeing his erection in the process. He felt his hands trembling has he let his slick hands slide over Yamamoto's hot length and then he couldn't wait anymore, couldn't wait to get that beautiful cock inside him. Hurried Gokudera climbed on top of Yamamoto and slowly sunk down on his lover's cock, panting heavy from the delicious sensation of being split open by it. Yamamoto's eyes were now wide open and he was staring at Gokudera, holding on to the silver haired man's hips, helping him to set a quick pace.

"I... I can't get enough... of you..." Yamamoto gasped as Gokudera rode him, grunting.

Gokudera took hold of his own cock starting to pump furiously, but this time he was determined to get his lover to cum first so he clenched down on Yamamoto's cock, taking it deep and hard, feeling the man under strain his muscles trying to weakly push back.

"I'm... cumming..." Yamamoto moaned suddenly, and then softly: "Hayato..."

Gokudera's stomach always lurched when he heard his name like that, and even more so when it came as a breathy sigh like that and he could feel Yamamoto's cock pulsating inside him... and for him there was no other feeling like that than feeling his lover cum inside him. As Yamamoto closed his eyes relaxing, Gokudera leaned in closer taking support with one hand, other hand on his own cock he rocked gently on Yamamoto's softening cock, bringing himself over the edge.

"Yama...moto..." he whispered as he spurted his seed over the swordsman's stomach, and even though the call wasn't meant to be heard Yamamoto grabbed the silver-haired Italian and pulled him to his sticky chest, sloppily kissing his face.

Exhausted, Gokudera slowly slid to lie besides Yamamoto, wondering if his aching body could even go for a third round if the effect of the drug didn't start wearing off soon. He desperately craved for a cigarette and sleepily reached for his pack before remembering 10th's new rules. So instead he took Yamamoto's arm as a pillow and nuzzled to his side, and for once Yamamoto's soft snoring was a welcomed sound.