The light had started to seep its way through the blinds, making a warm square on the blanket over Yamamoto's knees. Slowly Yamamoto woke up, blinking against the dull light in the room.
It was wonderful, to wake up without an alarm going off or some drama happening. Yet it left him strangely expected. Like Sasagawa was about to burst through the door at any minute and yell that the building was about to blow up. To the extreme.
Yamamoto felt the hair beneath his fingers and glanced down. They'd gone to sleep spooning the night before. Despite his complaints Gokudera had been quite chatty, discussing what they did on their missions and how easy the mission had been.
Now Yamamoto was on his back, the blanket fallen to his waist and Gokudera was leaning on him, face tucked into Yamamoto's shoulder with a small line of drool which he always developed sleeping sideways. Yamamoto didn't mind though.
He had slept with just his shorts on, but Gokudera preferred long trousers and t-shirt. It was still a warm comforting feeling, being wrapped in cloth. A sensation only felt when waking up like this, and never any other time. The fingers of his right hand feeling through the tips of Gokudera's hair gently.
Gokudera's right hand was fisted gently against Yamamoto's chest. Uri had broken through the door at some point and was curled up on Yamamoto's crotch snoring softly above the blanket and was balanced there by Gokudera's leg swung over Yamamoto's, who was slowly losing more and more of his share of the bed.
Despite the warmth and cuteness of it all. Yamamoto had a slow ache in his lower back and backside, his body demanding to move out of this position. But he didn't want to move Gokudera just yet. The angry lines of his face were gone and he looked exactly like he did at school.
"mmmf." Gokudera pulled his head up, rubbing his cheek scrubbing off the marks of sleep. "Hm, what time is it?"
"I dunno." Yamamoto twisted his head upwards to see the clock on the head board. Gokudera nuzzled his face into Yamamoto's neck murmuring softly. "Ha ha! That tickles."
"Uugh." Gokudera pushed himself up, two hands planted either side of Yamamoto's chest to read the clock.
"Bloody hell, it's ten in the morning! We need to get up." Yamamoto wrapped his arms around his chest and pulled him down, kissing the centre of his chest above Gokudera's heart.
"Careful, you'll wake Uri."
"Don't get soppy baseball idiot. We need to get up."
"Why?" Yamamoto nuzzled him again, Gokudera didn't have chest hair. Yet if you felt close enough it was kinda fuzzy.
Gokudera squirmed. His face pressed against the head board whilst Yamamoto was stupid with his chest. It was uncomfortable and oddly comforting. Yet they had slept so long! Juudaime would already be on the flight home, and in Dino's private jet so customs didn't pay as much attention. He could be coming into land soon! "Baseball idiot. Get up we need to get dressed." Yamamoto loosened his grip slightly, allowing him to lift up. Glancing down Yamamoto had an oddly blank expression with a slight pinch to his eyes as he stared up at Gokudera's face. "Fucks sake. No!"
Yamamoto pulled him down to the side and Gokudera tried to move his legs but his left was stuck underneath.
Uri grumbled and jumped off the bed to saunter out of the door. His morning nap disturbed. Yamamoto flipped himself over onto Gokudera, pinning him on the bed with arms slid up under his pits but still below Gokudera's face so he settled for kissing his neck and collarbone. His skin was almost rubbery with morning, pre-shower sleep.
Gokudera managed to push up onto his elbows. Their mashup of legs was too much to bother untangling to any real efficiency. Besides Yamamoto was focusing more on the cuddly romance side of things. "Tsh, baseball idiot."
Lifting his right hand and supporting both of their weights painfully on his left elbow. He slid his right hand under Yamamoto's jaw and pulled him up. He had too many soft spots on his neck and it was making him uncomfortably warm.
Gokudera's left elbow was numb and his whole arm was starting to shake. Yamamoto felt it and lifted his body weight off, gripping Gokudera's numb left arm and pushing it on the pillow next to his head. Gokudera had a slight heat to his cheeks and gritted teeth, moving his free right arm around Yamamoto's shoulders.
"Get off me. We need to go."
"Tsuna won't be back for hours." Yamamoto stole a quick kiss before he could complain again. Pushing his right arm up Gokudera's back and into his hair. Making sure to be gently, he'd been hit too many times for a wrongly timed tug.
"How would you know?" Yamamoto chuckled softly, stroking Gokudera's hair tips gently. Like trying to soothe Uri, only larger.
And not a cat.
"Ha ha. We arrive to meet him when you get this worried and end up waiting for three hours. You'll be less stressed here." Besides, Dino had texted him an estimated time yesterday. Not bothering to tell Gokudera as he wouldn't believe him anyway.
Yamamoto pressed his lips back down before Gokudera could complain. He should have argued but Gokudera let him, he was right. Annoyingly. Plus Juudaime always worries when he arrives and finds airports in chaos because some coffee stall wouldn't give Gokudera a proper coffee. Just that crap in a cup. Which had to be destroyed with dynamite and quickly.
Gokudera felt his hair being pulled softly. He hated hair pulling, or tugging. What was Yamamoto's obsession with his hair, he knew he rocked the style fabulously but he hated it when it was pulled. Yamamoto was sort of tugging and stroking at the same time, singling out strands. That wasn't so bad.
Yamamoto moved his lips up to press a quick kiss to Gokudera's nose making him blink.
"ha ha."
"Oi baseball idiot." Gokudera flipped them over, now pinning Yamamoto onto his back, pulled out his hands and intertwined their fingers. Pressing them to the pillow next to Yamamoto's head and kissed him back.
They stayed there for a while, kissing and rubbing hands. There was no real urgency to it, just a familiarity.
Gokudera deepened it, eventually. Tongues carefully meeting. Yamamoto could feel the dried saliva trial from Gokudera's mouth being gradually rubbed away. Gone before he would even notice. He tried to move his hands to wrap around him but Gokudera kept them pinned against the pillow.
Slowly, Gokudera's hips began to move. Yamamoto smiled as he let out a deep hum.
Eventually he let go of Yamamoto's hands.
Yamamoto pushed himself up, taking Gokudera with him. They untangled their legs and Yamamoto sat against the headboard. Wrapping a hand around Gokudera's hip and pulling him onto his lap. Gokudera grabbed his jaw and kissed him as he moved into a comfortable position. Knees either side of Yamamoto's hips on the bed. Yamamoto placed both hands on Gokudera's waist and stroked up and down his sides.
Gokudera was moaning softly. Never anything loud but just enough for Yamamoto to hear.
Carefully, Gokudera slid a hand between them. Taking both in one hand and moving, slow at first.
Yamamoto huffed and Gokudera moaned. The sounds were soft, almost unnoticeable.
"Hayato." Yamamoto remembered, pushing his hips up slightly. Gokudera grunted this time, his grip tightening. Yamamoto moved his hands up to Gokudera's chest to slowly rub his nipples. Making Gokudera move his hips against Yamamoto's, they were both moving now, pushing each other higher.
They never stopped kissing. Not even when the sweet numbness climaxed. Yamamoto groaned and pulled Gokudera completely against him, crushing their chests together at the waist and Gokudera wrapped an arm around his shoulders. A choked gasp left him shaking as Yamamoto grabbed a tissue to help them clean up. Waiting patiently for Gokudera to finish shaking.
Yamamoto didn't really have the strength to rearrange their position into something more comfortable, but Gokudera wrapped his arms completely around Yamamoto's shoulders and let his weight take them down onto the bed sideways. Gokudera pressed his face into Yamamoto's neck trying to regain his breath with his eyes already drooping. Yamamoto laughed quietly to himself. He could be so beautiful and loving in one moment, then angry and scared in the next.
They stayed like that for a while. Dozing peacefully. Not tired enough to actually sleep and the position for Yamamoto was actually quite uncomfortable but if he moved the moment would be broken and they would have to return to normality.
"Alright idiot I'm showering first." Yamamoto gave his hair one last sniff before unwrapping his arms from Gokudera, who slowly wobbled to the edge of the bed and stood up. Stretching carefully. Yamamoto wriggled over to his side, reaching for his toes before attempting to stand properly.
"Do you want to head to the airport in my car or yours?"
"Mine idiot, I prefer the seating."
"Ha ha. I don't mind." Yamamoto pulled on a pair of joggers and headed downstairs to the public lobby. Their flat had a secure letterbox just inside the front door and a table where the paper boy would leave a stack of newspapers every morning. Yamamoto picked up a new one, and an old one for Uri, peeking inside of the container for any new letters, although he was pretty certain Gokudera would have checked already.
There was a note, a single sheet of paper. Sticking the newspapers under one arm, Yamamoto managed to finger it out the slot without having to unlock it.
It looked like it came from a notepad with an emblem in the top right corner of two swans taking flight, one black and one white. Both with corresponding coloured eyes. On it written in thick black letters.
Morning. Pretty boys
Yamamoto stared for a moment. Reading and re-reading. Before glancing at the double glass doors.
On the other side of the road was two men in black suits and white masks around the eyes. One was leaning up against the tree with his back to the building and face turned to stare at him from the side, the other was crouched down on his knees watching Yamamoto with his tongue sticking between two fingers.
Yamamoto backed up and walked calmly up the stairs like nothing happened. When he was out of sight he broke into a run, taking the steps three at a time.
"Gokudera!" He quickly locked and dead-bolted the door behind him, racing around the windows, checking for any breaches and to see if anything was out of place. "Hayato." He forced the bathroom door open with his shoulder.
"Oi what? Can't you see I'm on the phone." He was wrapped in a towel with his hair still sopping wet, phone in one hand and a lowered toothbrush in the other.
"We got company." Gokudera stilled. "Someone must have followed us." He held up the note for Gokudera to read.
"Well must have been your fault you idiot! Juudaime, we might not make it to meet you. Stay with bucking bronco while we secure the area." Yamamoto was already moving over to the window overlooking the street. "Are they still there?"
"No. Can't see them." Gokudera shot into the bedroom to get dressed.
"How many?"
"Two."
"Anything unusual?"
Yamamoto stood and thought for a second, going over appearances in his mind.
"One had different coloured eyes, one blue and one brown." The crouching one. "The other, I think he had a stick or something. I could only see the bottom as he was up against the tree."
"Helpful."
"Ha ha!" Yamamoto kept watch, he could see the pathway around the entrance from here. Cars and people were moving past but Yamamoto could have sworn pedestrians would randomly stop and look up at their window. It was unnerving. "I think we're being watched."
"Let me see the note." Gokudera took it from Yamamoto's hands, he frowned turning it over and over. "Their trying to spook us."
"It was in our letterbox." Gokudera's hands stopped turning.
"I checked it yesterday when I got back, it was empty. I don't know this emblem."
"Reckon Hibari might now?"
"I guess, but the guy never answers the phone."
"That's alright. I'll head over and ask him, you go meet Tsuna." Yamamoto wrapped his arms around Gokudera's waist, nuzzling the silver hair softly and getting his face wet.
"Alright. Keep in touch." They parted. Just like that. No need for goodbyes, they got split up so often they didn't really bother. Yamamoto moved to get dressed and brush his teeth as Gokudera started the process of forcing Uri back into his box.
They left at the same time in case someone attacked the flat. Splitting and moving in opposite directions down the street, not even acknowledging each other. Hopefully it would cause doubt but to threaten this boldly the enemy were already on to them. Gokudera pretended to check his pockets, throwing a sneaky glance at Yamamoto's retreating back. No one was stupid enough to attack him but it served to put his mind at ease.
He walked to the end of the street. He could have driven but if they had followed him they might have trapped his car.
Gokudera kept a brisk pace. He thought he spotted a man who matched Yamamoto's description at one point. Tall, black suit and white shirt with black tie, he had a white mask around his eyes and a black walking stick in one hand with a silver top in an odd flame shape. The man had been stood against a tree on the other side of a park but when a few pedestrians passed he disappeared before Gokudera could decide what to do.
He moved quickly into the airport and moved around with the crowds. Making a point of waiting in a terminal, not the Juudaime's who would be in a separate hanger.
He glanced at his watch a few times and watched the crowds, anyone watching him would assume he was waiting for someone. Eventually, as two-o-clock approached. He moved out of the terminal, around and into the lobby of drinks stalls. It was packed.
Gokudera bought a weak as crap coffee from one vender and moved over to another to buy some chocolate. Not that he was hungry.
He made a point of moving through the busiest sections. Even blending in to a few parties until they spotted him. Then he'd move on.
Ten minutes to two. Gokudera kept a peeled eye out for masked men, as none were showing he entered the mens to go to the urinal. If anyone attacked him it would be then and he would ready with a few sticks of dynamite up his sleeve at the ready.
Nothing happened.
He left after washing his hands. Still prepared for an attack and paused to adjust his suite jacket. If anybody were to attack him it would have been then surely.
Maybe they were stupid.
Two o clock was here. He slipped into the luggage area when a caretaker failed to secure the door behind him preferring to let it swing, quietly he moved through the maze of conveyer belts of luggage. It stank but Gokudera ignored it.
He could really use a cigarette right about now.
Instead he walked out of the loading bay and around outside. Planes were being towed around on the runway but Gokudera kept close to the buildings. His sure-footed ness and suite meant most of the workers didn't actually stop to question him, some gave him odd looks to which he gave a business like wave and continued. The sun beating down making the tarmac ridiculously hot and making the chocolate in his pocket.
He moved to the back of Dino's hanger and called up a limo, not their normal one, and waited for Dino's plane to be pulled into the hanger.
Mindlessly he kept checking his phone for news from Yamamoto. He must have reached Hibari's by now and Hibari wouldn't want him hanging around too much. The guy was too happy chatty.
The plane was late arriving, Gokudera moved around the hanger. Checking every nook for a hidden camera, every wire for a bomb. Nothing
Just short of three, Dino's plane came into view.
So did the man with the cane.