"Gokudera! What are you doing?!" Yamamoto managed to shout just as a rough shove sent him crashing into the wall behind him. Before he could get away, Yamamoto found himself pinned to the sheet rock like a poster.

"C'mon, Yamamoto. Don't act like that. You know you're enjoying this," Gokudera hissed teasingly. His words were smooth and velvety, with a hint of hot seduction that sent a shiver shooting through Yamamoto.

"Knock it off, Gokudera. This isn't like you-" A rough hand clasped down on Yamamoto's mouth. Gokudera's lips stretched into a small smirk.

"Oh but it is me. And after all these years of you not listening to me, you think I'll just stop? Besides," Gokudera's hand relocated and took hold of Yamamoto through his pants, making him gasp "from what I can feel, you like this too much to really want me to stop".

Before Yamamoto could protest, Gokudera's lips crashed into his. Yama's mind went blank. All he could feel was the warmth of Gokudera's body, hands and mouth. He knew something was wrong, but he suddenly found himself unable to care.

Gokudera's warm tongue snaked across Yamamoto's lips, begging for access to mouth. He couldn't fight anymore. It was too much, too sudden and too good. Lips parted, their tongues clashed wantonly, wrestling for dominance.

Soon the two were clawing at each other, furiously trying to strip off the clothes keeping them apart. Gokudera's hands tugged at Yamamoto's jeans, while Yamamoto frantically pushed Gokudera's button down off his shoulders.

They greedily nipped, lick and kissed, ignoring the looming fact that anyone could walk by at any time. Eyes glazed over, Yamamoto looked lazily at Gokudera. Something was still off. Usually, Gokudera would be the one fighting temptation, thrashing about trying to get away from Yamamoto's advances until he eventually gave in. But the tables were turned this time. And as much as it excited him, Yamamoto couldn't completely accept it.

The air was heavy and thick with lust. Breath labored, Gokudera broke their kiss for just a moment.

"Kufufu, you're so easy to win over, Takeshi-kun. I thought I'd really have to work to get you this desperate and weak," Gokudera teased, devilish grin pulling the corners of his mouth.

"Takeshi-kun? Gokudera never calls me that," Yamamoto thought, brow furrowed. "Wait a sec". He looked closely into Gokudera's eyes. His breath hitched. Suddenly, it all made sense.

"Your eyes! You're-!" Gokudera's lips collided with his once again, muffling the rest of his words. Struggling, he tried to break free from his courter's lock.

"No wonder it all felt off!" Yamamoto's mind raced as he attempted to pull his face away.

Suddenly, the pressure from the intense kiss lessened. Yamamoto's attacker pouted as he backed away slowly. They locked eyes.

"Takeshi, you're an interesting guy," Gokudera smirked, licking his lips, satisfied.

"Gokudera's gonna be pissed. You know that, right?" Yamamoto asked lightheartedly, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Of course I know. It wouldn't be quite as fun if he wasn't going to be. Playtime is over though. See you, Takeshi-kun".

"See you later," Yamamoto replied with a smirk. He knew things were going to turn ugly.

Eyelids fluttering, Gokudera's knees buckled and he collapsed into Yamamoto's arms. After a moment, a few barely audible groans vibrated in Gokudera's throat.

"Wh-what hap-". Gokudera froze in place once he finally made eye contact with Yamamoto. His stare shot back and forth between Yamamoto's foolish grinning face, his shirt in the other Mafioso's hand and his disheveled self.

"Damnit, MUKURO!"