I found this on my computer, having written it in April last year! I did some slight changes, but didn't want to re-write too much.
It's boyxboy, so if you dont like don't read.
Rated for Gokudera's foul mouth.
Anyway, don't hate me...
Leaning over the balcony railing Yamamoto noticed that someone had exited the main hall below. Studying the figure he quickly realized that it was Gokudera, his silver hair unmistakable in the warm light. The Italian swore to himself before briskly heading towards the woods adjacent to the mansion. Curious of his behavior, Yamamoto headed back inside, slipping past the guests that were currently being entertained by the Vongola tenth. Once downstairs he dodged the dancing couples and stepped out through the glass doors. Leaving the bright lights and the classical music of the party behind him, he walked towards the forest.
The leaves rustled under his feet as Yamamoto hastened his steps, eyes darting from side to side as he tried to spot the silver haired teen. He had seen Gokudera disappear among the trees just moments ago and was determined to find him. It was already dusk and the trees loomed high above him, closing out almost all light. Barely being able to see anything except for the spots where the moon glistered through the tree tops he felt his other senses heightening, hearing the faint footsteps further in, getting farther and farther away from him. Then they suddenly faded completely. Panicking slightly he increased his pace, half running in the direction where he had last heard the other male, blood rushing in his ears.
Yamamoto froze beneath one of the trees when he spotted Gokudera. He had stopped in a small meadow basking in the moonlight. The bomber hesitantly stepped forward, stopping before the dark haired teen. He had his head down, mouth slightly open as if he was about to say something. Yamamoto's breath hitched in his throat as he lifted his head. He had always found Gokudera attractive, but nothing like tonight. The moonlight danced across his features, making his pale skin almost ethereal. The green eyes were filled with something that almost resembled fear and a faint hue of pink adored his face. He looked so… vulnerable.
"I-I…" Gokudera took a deep breath and his tongue dashed out, nervously wetting his lips. "I love you."
Yamamoto stared at the other teen in shock, not fully believing what was happening. For so long he had longed to hear those exact words, hoping that they would one day be spoken by the silver head, but never deemed it possible. But now those words had escaped Gokudera's lips. Yamamoto wished they never had. He wanted to reach out, to hold the other guardian in his arms, to tell him that he loved him, but all he could do was watch, incapable of saying anything.
"I bet you thought I hated you." Gokudera let out an insecure chuckle and rubbed his wrist, averting his gaze from the youth in front of him. "But I really mean it." A shaking hand reached out to brush away some strands of black hair. "Aren't you going to say something..?" Yamamoto wished he could speak and tell him that everything was alright, that there was no reason for him to show that hurt expression. Instead he followed Gokudera with his eyes as he scooted backwards, looking dejected. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." His voice trembled as hands flew up to cover his face. "Just forget it!"
"Be quiet or I'll bite you." Came Hibari's voice and Yamamoto watched as he pushed the storm guardian against a tree, his hands closing around his wrists, and kissed him.
And Yamamoto quietly retreated into the shadows.