Ok, guys, I know this probably got you all excited, so please allow me to clarify... I do not really like 5980/8059. It's not one of my favorites at all... But, unfortunately, my girlfriend and a friend of ours adore it. Therefore, Pam, you better like this. It was hard on me... But I did my best! Merry Christmas! Oh, and by the way, they're older, FYI.

Cocoa for Warmth

The manor was quiet, unusual for a Christmas morn. It was a nice, tranquil peace that resonated. Gokudera did not trust it one bit.

The bomber peeked around the corner of the stairway, a delicate chocolate smell in the air. He eyed the stairs, looking for hidden traps that could be concealed. His eyes narrowed at a portrait midway down the stairs. It looked mighty suspicious...

A sudden clang from the kitchen stole his attention. Hearing a yell, he immediately shot down the stairs, hardly noticing the portrait swinging open behind him before it slowly reattached to the wall.

"Takeshi!"(1) He stopped at the doorway, looking at the half-dressed man at the sink. Dark eyes turned to look at him curiously, the water running over the red area on his hand.

Gokudera quickly scanned the room, noting the spilled chocolate upon the floor. "What happened, baseball freak?" He took up a mop to clean up the mess, a grimace firm upon his features.

Yamamoto laughed from where he stood, rubbing his right hand gently underneath the water. "Sorry, I was trying to make some hot chocolate for us."

Gokudera looked over, eyes narrowed suspiciously at the baseball lover. "What for?" It wasn't natural to just randomly decide to make hot chocolate. 'Then again,' Gokudera thought, 'this is Takeshi...' The idiot was random enough to make some out of nowhere.

"For Christmas, of course!" Yamamoto replied, shutting off the water. "But I forgot to wear gloves and it burned me.. I dropped the whole thing on accident." He gestured sheepishly to the pot on the floor.

"Idiot!" Gokudera instantly reprimanded, scowling at the other as he continued mopping up the rest of the mess. He bent down and took the pan up, handling it gently from one of its handles. "What did you try to do, pick it up from the sides?" He wouldn't put it past the other.

Yamamoto did not reply, instead smiling as Gokudera continued mopping, setting the pan in the sink.

"If you wanted some chocolate, you could have woken me up to help." Gokudera muttered under his breath. At Yamamoto's soft laugh, he flushed angrily, gripping the mop. "I didn't want to wake you up."

"Idiot..." Yamamoto smiled. There was no biting edge to it in the insult this time. "You're never making hot chocolate again."

Yamamoto laughed, reaching into the pantry to take out another packet of the chocolate mix. "Okay, Hayato. Whatever you say." He let the other take over in preparing another pot of the hot chocolate.

Christmas was always such a nice time of year.

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(1) – Gokudera calls Yamamoto by his first name (and vice versa). In Japan, it signifies a more intimate relationship... –gags–

There you have it, guys... I may just need to go take another shower... Yeah, my poor attempt at writing something decent over a pairing I don't particularly like. – And my ending is horrible, but I don't care.

As always, feedback is appreciated and loved!