A/N: It's 1.48 AM and tomorrow (or today)'s my exam. I hate 8059. I hate Amano Akira-sensei. I hate being a fangirl. (Urrgh why isn't 8059 canon yet???) So enjoy! :D
P.S. I got inspiration from a 8059 doujinshi called Overjoyed. Go read it! It's cute!
P.S.S. Because there are both 14 year old Gokudera and Yamamoto and their TYLs, I will be referring to TYL Gokudera and Yamamoto as Hayato and Takeshi respectively. (:

Disclamer: I do not own KHR.
Otherwise I wouldn't be stuck writing fanfics would I?

"NO. FUCKING. WAY." Gokudera made his stand once more, leering at the two men in the room.

Hayato sighed, leaning against the wall of the room. "Was I really such a dickhead last time?" It was a rhetorical question.

Gokudera almost flung a deserving punch at them, if he was not restrained by Yamamoto. "Hahaha, calm down, Gokudera!" He sniggered.

Takeshi flashed a grin, "I thought it was cute."

Gokudera turned his head slowly to shoot Yamamoto a death glare, who responded by laughing like an idiot as always. And then he noticed how Yamamoto's arms were wrapped around his waist, and the fact that his face was almost buried in his chest. Irritated, he shoved the clingy idiot away. And then ordered him to not get on the bed when he was on it, despite it being Yamamoto's bedroom.

"You know," Hayato started, "We aren't exactly entertained right now."

Gokudera's hand slammed the mattress, to not much effect, "Then go disturb the stupid cow! Get him to fix the bloody bazooka and quickly send you guys back!"

Takeshi chuckled, "We scared him when we appeared and he saw the monsters between our legs, remember?"

"Well it's YOUR fault you were sticking that family jewel of yours up my - no - his ass!" Gokudera blurted out. And then he remembered, "AND WHY WERE YOU RAPING M- HIM!"

Yamamoto's permanently-happy voice cut in, "Actually you were the one who made Lambo cry. That's why he pulled out his Ten Year Bazooka. Bad timing, Gokudera. Hahaha..."

Hayato nodded in agreement, hanging that smug smirk on his face that made Gokudera even more agitated. "And besides, it's not really rape if it's consensual."

Yamamoto and Gokudera stared at them as though they had flicked Hibari's nose and came back alive. "C... Consensual?!" They exclaimed at the same time. Then Gokudera went on to punching Yamamoto's face for exclaiming in unison.

"Yup," A wide grin spread across Takeshi's face. "We're together."

Ignoring the waterfalls of blood streaming from his broken nose, Yamamoto asked, "And oyaji didn't mind? That... That his son is gay?" And he got karate chopped by Gokudera again for ignoring his severe bleeding.

Takeshi crossed his arm, beaming broadly at the boy with pride, "Nope. He was bouncing with joy."

Hayato buried his hands in his pockets, joining in, "Elated, in fact. That night he treated the entire of Namimori sushi."

Gokudera was about to open his mouth, when Hayato butted in again, "And if you're going to ask about Jyuudaime,"

"Tsuna said he was happy for us too," Takeshi added.

"Gave us all his blessings," Hayato remarked.

"Everyone did," Takeshi laughed.

"Told us to invite them to our wedding."

"Which we did."

"And to have grandchildren."

"That old man of mine."

"Ten thousand of them, in fact."

"And we're trying to."

"But nothing has happened."

"Despite doing it ten times a day."

"Therefore we need to teach you guys the art of having grandchildren," Hayato looked up at them.

"Because adolescents are more fertile," Takeshi flashed a thumbs-up at the boys.

Gokudera and Yamamoto could only gawk at them. They didn't know what was more astonishing; the fact that they believed ten thousand grandchildren was possible, or the fact that they actually did it ten times a day and were still alive.

"Hahaha!" Yamamoto nudged Gokudera, breaking out of his trance, "Hey, we finished each other's sentence! That seems fun!"

"Shut up!" He yelled at him. He turned to continue shouting at his future self, "And I thought I was smarter than that! Any idiot would know it's impossible to have grandchildren between you morons! And ten thousand grandchildren is just... ABCDEFG!"

Takeshi chuckled, "When did you make up that word, Hayato?"

"When I figured out you can't recite the alphabets."

Yamamoto's eyes widened at Gokudera, "You mean that wasn't a bad word?"

"Yes, you PQRST!" Gokudera snapped, patience wearing thin.

"Yes that's a bad word?" He enquired, getting more and more confused with the situation.

"No!"

"No's a bad word?"

"No you idiot!"

"Hahaha, you just cursed me!" Yamamoto guffawed.

Gokudera clenched his mouth shut, knowing that the best way to shut him up was to shut up himself. Clamping his shaking fists, he pivoted towards the two men again. "Either way," He started, annoyance creeping into his voice. "We are not going to entertain you by letting you teach us how to kiss. So please find someone else to bother."

Hayato, giving up the meagre strand of hope he held for his 14-year-old self, turned to Yamamoto, "If you kiss that idiot I'll give you a tuna." Takeshi (having grown up grew a teensy bit of common sense too) frowned at being treated like this, it should at least be two tunas, oh and throw a sashimi in if possible.

"No you idiot!" Yamamoto bursted. Everyone in the room blinked at him. "Sorry! Was that word really bad? I just thought of trying it out... Hahaha!"

Gokudera smacked him in the back of his head, although he was a little smug that his disgraceful future self got owned by a baseball idiot like him. Maybe he should teach him english more often.

Takeshi sighed, "Looks like we'll have to do it by force then." He marched over to the silver-haired teen on the bed.

Upon the sight of the much larger man approaching, Gokudera started to grow uneasy. "Eh, wh- what are you doing?" he demanded, despite his trembling voice. Hayato only watched silently, while Yamamoto was still busy trying to ignore the gushing nosebleeding that came back.

Gokudera inched back some more, until his back collided with the wall. "Oi-oi...! If you d-dare come clos-ser I'll-" He repeated that last syllable several times, because he wasn't sure either.

In one clean swipe Takeshi clutched the back of Gokudera's head and reeled him in, landing his lips on the petrified boy's.

Hayato and Yamamoto's jaws dropped. Everyone in the room remained shocked, appalled, flabbergasted, and all other possible synonyms listed in the thesaurus, as the swordsman casted his relentless spell on the rain guardian.

A surge of fury rose through his body. With eyes that screamed revenge, Hayato placed his hand on Yamamoto's shoulder, "Hey, let's get unfaithful-"

But he didn't realise the sharp glint in Yamamoto's eyes. Ignoring his senior's suggestion, the Japanese teen stomped forward, fist clenched tight, preparing themselves for impact. All his usual cheeriness was gone, and refreshed with an aura of terror.

"You...!" He leapt off. He raised his knuckle, getting ready to disfigure that man, even if it was himself. But midair he felt a sudden explosion of pain through his bottom, and the last things he heard were, "Hit a homerun! Go!". Takeshi had disappeared, and Yamamoto had no way to stop his dive towards the bed. Gokudera's stunned face grew closer and closer as he fell.

Buchu~

Yamamoto flipped open his eyelids. His pupils dilated. Right in front of him was Gokudera's equally unbelieving eyes. His lips were smacked onto his friend's soft ones. Since when did Gokudera get such sweet lips? Did they eat candy just now? Not that he could think of. And how had he not noticed Gokudera's soul-piercing eyes before? They were so captivating. And his silver hair, the way it glistened and fell so gently into place... And don't even get him started on that silky skin of his.

Gokudera was disgusted. Utterly, deeply disturbed. This being the result of having been kissed twice by the same person in less than a minute. Even though he was a good kisser. The way Yamamoto's subtle lips pressed so skillfully against his led him to conclude that the baseball idiot was a born kisser. Wait, what was that wave of heat throbbing in his body? And that increasing heart rate? His face... His face is hot? He can't be blushing! Oh man, he's... he's... he's enjoying this! No!

Mustering the remaining dignity he had left, he heeled Yamamoto in the stomach, breaking their kiss. "Bakka! That was my first kiss you idiot!" And he proceeded to raining torrents of punches, kicks, and body slams onto the stupidly-laughing Yamamoto.

Watching everything from the side, (they swore they just saw Yamamoto's soul escape him) Takeshi couldn't help but ask, "Hey Hayato, were you really bored, or do I get the feeling that you just want to kill me sooner?"

Hayato fished out his cigarrette and lit up, "A little bit of both."

A/N: Hee! I hope you liked this! Otherwise it'd be really sad for me to sacrifice my revision time and... ah don't get me started on whining. My exam's in a few hours time (it's morning now because the internet connection was lost yesterday -or today- night. Urrgh.) so what you kind people can do in the mean time is to pray very very hard for me, or give me a review!
Oh by the way, 'buchu' is sort of like the onomatopoeia for kissing, so you get the idea. :3 And I apologise for Yamamoto's OOC-ness!
And, I'm thinking, just thinking, that if this fic goes well perhaps I'll work on a second chapter where Hayato and Takeshi teaches them how to really make grandchildren! What do you guys think?

Once again, thank you very much for taking your time out to read. See you soon!

P.S. Dear Yamamoto. I sincerely apologise for abusing you today. I promise you will get your revenge on Gokudera soon. *avoids flying dynamites*