Placing Blame.

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It was easy to get angry and place blame. He was tempted to do the now but a violent outburst would probably wake the sleeping figure next to him. No; as much as he wanted to blame the other person, he couldn't ignore the fact that it was his fault too…maybe it was his entire fault. Then again, why place blame? Was what happened really all that bad?

Memories of the previous night floated through his head. How the other had clung to him in the throes of passion moaning his name. He had expected the other to be a screamer but he was proved wrong; not all of the quiet ones were loud in bed. He felt the body next to him shift and sit up groggily. The next moment, he felt pain explode in the side of his face and found himself on the floor next to the bed.

"You bastard!" Mammon's words were said in a low tone but the harshness was still there. The mist user's whole body ached and he was naked. This was not how he liked to wake up.

Gokudera, not one to take a hit quietly, jumped up in hot anger, "I'm not the only one to blame for this! You sneaky bastard…" Mammon snorted and began to pick up last night's clothes, a blush staining his cheeks. He wouldn't admit it but the storm guardian's nude body had an embarrassing effect on his own body. His body shivered as he thought about how the other had ignited flames within him. Angry at the direction of his thoughts, he quickly pulled on his clothes.

Disappointment flashed through Gokudera's eyes as Mammon's skin was covered from his view. Feeling under dressed he pulled on his own pants. "…You're not gonna…You better keep this to yourself!" Mammon's eyes widened, not that anyone could tell since he had already pulled on his hood.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Not like I can trust a sneaky bastard like you," Gokudera's words faltered. It was hard to talk to someone whose eyes you couldn't see… or maybe he just felt guilty

"First you drunkenly accused me of cheating, then you push me down and have your way with me, and now you're threatening me. The Vongola sure are trashy."

"You take that back bastard!" Drinking…that's how this whole thing had started. He was at Yamamoto's birthday party and was very annoyed. That baseball idiot had the nerve to invite the Varia and then he got swept up in a poker game…one that he swore mammon had cheated in. The dry laugh of the mist user brought him back into the present.

"You swore up and down that I had extra cards under my coat and despite not finding any cards, you were quite happy at what you did find." The smirk he wore was enticing. It was then that he realized that it was the same smirk the mist user sported last night. Angered, he stepped towards him pulled off his hood. Sure enough, the mist user's eyes were filled with lust. Gokudera could feel himself getting aroused and like last night he pushed the small mist user down.

Gokudera woke hours later, finding himself alone in the bed. He hadn't really expected the mist user to stay…Looking around, a note caught his eye.

I had fun.

~Mammon

P.S. Thanks for the change.

He hadn't expected him to leave anything, a small barely noticeable smile came to his lips. But what did he mean by change…his eyes widened as he realized what it meant. Grabbing his pants off of the floor, he pulled out his wallet and let out a relieve sigh. Guess he didn't take his wallet…he folded the small note and opened his wallet only to find it empty.

"DAMN SNEAKY BASTARD!"

In the Narita airport, a cloaked figure sneazed as he watched his second in command yell at the woman at the front desk only to get knocked in the head by a random glass bottle.

END

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