Chapter 3

A/N: Thank you so much to everyone who has reviewed so far! I love you all! (And so does Gokudera…he just won't admit it. Shocker.)

Yamamoto was suddenly regretting going out to dinner.

It seemed that all of the Mafia bosses frequented the same high class restaurant that Gokudera had taken them to. The second the two Vongola walked in they were bombarded.

"Vongola!"

"Gokudera! Come sit with us!"

"Over here! Over here!"

The men were all seated around a large round table covered mostly with different wine bottles. They appeared to be discussing amicably among each other. Yamamoto knew they didn't really have a choice in the matter and the two walked over to the table.

He just could not understand though how all of these men could pretend to be so friendly with one another. Yamamoto knew that Russo's men had killed Talerico's right hand man not two months ago and yet they behaved as if brothers. It baffled him.

And then, worst of all, there was the kissing. There was nothing as absurd as this tradition in Japan and Yamamoto would never get used to it. He prepared himself for the sight he was about to witness but it didn't make it any more bearable.

Gokudera had on his usual scowl, only lightened a bit due to present company. Yamamoto watched as he leaned towards the first boss, Strega he believed, and quickly kissed him twice. Yamamoto felt his anger rising. This was ridiculous. It was a stupid tradition and he hated it. What if one of them had some sort of disease! Then his poor Gokudera would…wait….his Gokudera?

Italy must be making me crazy. I blame all the pasta.

Yamamoto halted his inner dialogue in shock at the fact that Gokudera was still going through the line kissing the bosses. Yamamoto wasn't sure he could take much more of it. And when his companion finally got to the last man, the youngest of the group with tan skin and dark long hair, the Italian boss put his hand on Gokudera's back as they kissed. His lower back. Rather close to an area Yamamoto would prefer no one ever touch unless they were him.

That was when he lost it.

~8059~

Gokudera was busy trying to extract himself from the rather touchy-feely boss of the Corleone family when he felt another hand yank him backwards. He squeaked in a rather undignified manner at the sudden movement (though he'll deny it of course) and looked up to see Yamamoto standing protectively in front of him and glaring daggers at the Corleone boss.

"Don't touch him."

Of course the Italian man hadn't the slightest idea what Yamamoto had said and simply laughed it off, patting him on the shoulder. The rest of the men were also laughing at the spectacle; Gokudera suspected they were a tad tipsy as some of the wine bottles were just about empty.

Yamamoto still had his hand gripped firmly around Gokudera's arm which Gokudera took the liberty of pulling away from. He then turned to the men at the table and excused him and his partner. He led Yamamoto outside the restaurant becoming angrier and more embarrassed as he went. He stopped him off to the side of the street in a small alley. Gokudera smashed Yamamoto against the wall and gripped the front of his suit, his eyes pinned to the taller man's.

His words came out clipped, and full of rage as he forced himself not to make a scene.

"What the fuck was that?"

Yamamoto looked down. He mumbled something Gokudera couldn't quite make out.

"What?"

Yamamoto sighed, refusing to make eye contact. Gokudera thought he noticed a slight sheen to Yamamoto's face.

Is he…blushing?

"I said, I don't like it when you kiss them…"

Gokudera dropped his hand, his mouth falling open.

He began to splutter amusedly, "B-but it's just a custom! It's part of the Italian culture it doesn't mean anything!"

"I know!" Yamamoto said, scuffing his shoe on the ground, "But it just makes me kind of…a little bit…jealous. I guess I'm not very cultured haha…"

"It makes you…wait…what?"

Gokudera saw Yamamoto straighten up, seemingly steeling himself for something.

"Okay Gokudera I think you should just know something right now that I just figured out."

"Um. What?"

Yamamoto blinked once, looked Gokudera straight in the eye, and smashed his lips against his.

TBC