"Nah Gokudera…" the swordsman rested his cheeks on his palm.

Gokudera's cigarette dropped to the floor as the rest of the words left Yamamoto's lips.

"…can I have you for myself?" was what Yamamoto said wearing his signature innocent smile.

The silver-haired Italian woke up from his light slumber as the flight attendant announced that the plane will be landing in a couple of minutes. He sighed heavily and lightly smacked himself for remembering the stupid idiotic jet-black haired in his dreams.

In Japan's Vongola base, Yamamoto rests in his Japanese-styled room. But something near the vicinity kept his senses from sleeping. First, a huge slam on his sliding door and second, is the murderous intent hurriedly getting near him.

Oh well~

This case is something special. He remained closing his eyes even though he heard angry steps nearing him as they walk along the narrow hallway… and then the footsteps stopped. The silence of the room was back to normal but the presence was still there, the door was the only thing that separated them, and then there was a large bang at the door as it opened. Still pretending to sleep, the one who opened the door stopped with his feet and stared at the swordsman.

The quietness of the room made Yamamoto heard even the slightest of sound… a sudden tightness of a hand forming a fist…. A heave…

"You idiot!" the fist lunged forward but instinctively Yamamoto caught the hand.

Fully awaked, he spoke, "That would have hurt y'know…" he smiled looking at the familiar face, "…Gokudera."

"Tsk." Gokudera gazed away from the other man. "Let go." He commanded and shrugged off the other's hand.

Ah. A face he never got to see for two months, how can he just let go like what the other wanted?

Brushing aside what Gokudera has said, the swordsman chuckled and pulled the silver-haired towards him.

"Uwah!" the half-Italian reacts as he landed on Yamamoto on the futon.

"So~ what made Gokudera go all the way to Japan~?" he hugged him in a tight but comfortable embrace. "Did you miss me?" He added sniffing the mixed fragrance of cigarette smoke and shampoo on the other man's soft hair.

A short silence came before the answer, "Baka! Who would!" He glared then quickly rested his cheeks on the swordsman's chest.

It was supposedly a fierce pissed off retort, but somewhere along the line, it sounded much more of longing. Yamamoto can sense him lightly shifting, getting closer to him, as if wanting to feel more of his warmth. Yamamoto knows that - about how Gokudera acts, how most of his mind works and how he can be stubborn in hiding his feelings. After all, how could he not? They've been together for, more or less, ten years.

"Gokudera…" he called in his husky voice, slowly tilting the smaller man's face so he could see it.

The Italian allowed the Japanese to guide him towards his face. Softly, the bomber furrowed his eyebrows. Afraid, anxious… and excited – was what he felt knowing what the other would do next.

"Yama–" he was cut off by a chaste kiss planted on his lips.

Yamamoto slightly distanced himself; lips were just millimeters away from his partner. It was only a quick lips-to-lips contact but Gokudera's heartbeat was already thumping hard against his chest. "W-what was that for…?" he managed to ask, looking away, trying to hide the blush that by now had spread across his face.

"I missed you." He replied, his hand playing with Gokudera's strands of hair.

How can he say such things with a straight face? –thought Gokudera. Yamamoto's straight forwardness, that's one of the good points and reasons why the Storm Guardian fell for the Rain Guardian.

He felt the swordsman below him moving a little. The hand that was on his silver hair slowly traveled to his lips. From hair, ear, cheek then stopping at the lower lips… He felt Yamamoto's finger ran on his lips, black pair of orbs looking intensely on his own silver eyes. It somewhat made him petrified, unable to move while slowly drowning into the other's gaze.

"You…" The Italian whispered and slapped the hand off him. "You're so slow!" Clutching both his hands on the Rain Guardian's clothes, he brought his lips on Yamamoto's own.

Yamamoto's eyes widened at the sudden action of the man above him. He could still taste the tobacco lingering on the corner of Gokudera's bittersweet lips. He responded at his lover's touch by putting a hand around the half-Italian's waist, while the other was on the back of the neck. He gave the other a tease by licking the silver-haired's lip and gently biting it. Gokudera moaned as a sort of protest to the man below him. And Yamamoto can't help but smile when he examined the Storm Guardian: eyes tightly shut, face red up to his ears with tensed hands grabbing his clothes.

The swordsman angled his head to change the position of where their lips touch and leisurely brought his hand under the black suit Gokudera was wearing, slyly trying to take off the said suit. Before succeeding the attempt, he felt a tug on his clothes and a hand striking on his chest.

He pulled back, checking up his silver-haired lover, "What is it Gokudera?" he asked in-between kissing him.

"B-baka!" a flushed face replied, obviously ready to unleash his inner wrath, "We can't continue…" He pushed the other a little from him. Yamamoto tilted his head as a question-like gesture. "Stupid! We're going back to Italy tomorrow! Plus we're gonna meet with the Tenth!" He explained and pushed himself up in a cross-sitting position. The Rain Guardian did the same.

"I'm going to Italy with you? Yatta!" He raised both of his hands to express his joy, "Well… I'm sure Tsuna wouldn't mind if we'll be late~" he grinned. "Don't you think?" He added again reaching for Gokudera's hair.

Tsk. The Storm Guardian slapped the hand trying to get hold of him, "You!" he growled, pointing a finger directly at the other's chest. "Behave yourself!"

Stare.

"Ahahahah~!" Yamamoto let out a hearty laugh. "That's too cute Gokudera~!" He complimented the other.

"Bastard!" he cursed, ready to punch the Yamamoto straight at the stomach but his hand got caught by the wrist.

He saw the other smirk as his field of vision changed because he was shoved to the floor, Yamamoto hovering above him. Before he even got the chance to react, his lips were covered by the larger man. A slick tongue invaded the cavern of his mouth and playfully danced with his own. Impulsively, Gokudera grabbed hold of Yamamoto, hanging unto him as he participated in where their lips met.

"Hnnh… Yama- …" he uttered, trying to pull away but Yamamoto's hand prevented him. He was again caught by the Rain Guardian's lips. Gokudera grew alarmed when he felt hands stroking his chest and they swiftly unbuttoned his upper clothes. He felt himself drowning by every touch offered to him, slowly losing bits of rationality in the process. Yamamoto withdrew from Gokudera, putting his lips near the man's right ear. Gokudera rested still, watchful of what the other might do next.

"Hey… won't you give up to me just this once," Yamamoto whispered using the deep voice that rarely comes out from him which sent shivers throughout the Italian's body, "…Hayato." He added, earning another blush from the man below him.

"H-how dare— Ah… ngghh!" Yamamoto didn't give Gokudera the chance to finish as he licked and bit a sensitive part of the silver-haired's ear.

The Rain Guardian chuckled. "I know you already want me, Hayato." He opened the other's legs and brushed his knee on Gokudera's crotch. Gokudera suppressed a moan.

The Japanese examined the Italian. Hair messed up in a perfect way, face flushed with ruffled clothes showing off his bare chest and sexy collar bone – how could he not be turned on by now? Yamamoto knows that Gokudera won't give in easily… Or should he say Gokudera is just shy? Either way, that's the reason he needs to take the initiative – a little push for Gokudera's strong pride – to invite him.

"Don't call me by my first name, you idiot," was all that came out from the Italian's mouth, "… and don't get too full of yourself." He added pulling Yamamoto's neck tie towards him as he invited him in a kiss running his hands in the soft onyx hair before him.

Gokudera silently cursed himself. Got caught by the rain again.

weee~! there's gonna be a next and last chaptie~! XD my first 8059 fic~! sorry if the mood changes from time to time because i didn't have the time to focus in writing this and i wrote it in different dates that's why I dunno what's been happening~

and oh yeah! can't think of a proper title right now... so if people have some kind of title in this ffic please tell me~ pretty please, it might give me some idea~ thankies love lots people. 10.11.10