"Yamamoto, it's been awhile." Tsuna greeted him as he entered the room.

"Haha~ same here. How are you?" He smiled back. "So what's up?" He asked casually.

"Ah, right… here." Tsuna gave him a letter. "It's an invitation for the masquerade party later this evening."

"It's this evening already?"

"Yup~ the party's for Gokudera's actually. His father arranged it so he could find someone he can marry." He explained.

"Marry? Gokudera will?"

"Hey, is it true?" Yamamoto refrained from touching his lover.

"What is?" He replied trying to hide his flushed face.

"…that you're getting married?"

Another awkward silence…

Unconsciously, Gokudera's eyes widened in shock at the Rain Guardian's question. He didn't know if he should answer but at the back of his mind he knew that he should tell it straight to him.

"That's… How did you…" he stuttered, "Sorry. I–" he started averting eyes

"Well you shouldn't! You can't! You won't! I will never allow it!" The Rain Guardian yelled continuously and the voice he used scared Gokudera.

"O-oi!" was all that came out of Gokudera, stunned at Yamamoto's sudden rage..

"That's because… ever since then…" His hold on the Storm Guardian further tightened making the other hiss in pain.

"Stop that already!"

"You've always been mine! No one can take you away from me!"

The usual in-control Rain Guardian snapped and set his lips on the side of Gokudera's neck. He licked, nipped and sucked a certain spot on the white flesh until a noticeable love bite appeared. The Storm Guardian on the other hand only had failed attempts on stopping Yamamoto's strange behavior and more importantly he's thinking of ways how to stop him bearing in mind that his partner is cornering him and won't even free him or let him move.

"Ack! You idiot! Why there?" Gokudera scolded him for planting a mark on such a visible place.

"Huh? There's nothing wrong with it right?" Yamamoto replied coldly, "and I guess putting another one won't matter right?" he readily set his lips on the white skin of Gokudera's neck.

"Read the situation! There's a party to attend with Tenth–!" Realization hit the Storm Guardian, guessing who had told Yamamoto the information.

"You're not going!" Yamamoto decided and unbuckled the Italian's belt.

"Stop! Tsk." Gokudera's objection was no use, "Tenth… he told you, didn't he?" he added.

Yamamoto didn't answer as he continued to slide his free hand under. He and Gokudera had only been away from each other for two months. Who knew two months could erase their ten years immediately like that? In those two months of reasonable separation – because of work– he was always the one calling just to hear that familiar voice the Italian owned. Always him.

"Gokudera, tell me, are you tired of me?" The Rain Guardian asked in a much calmer voice though the restrained anger was still obvious at his tone.

"Where the hell did that come from?" the Italian retorted.

"These bites…" he then traced his tongue over them, "…they said it's called love bites." He laughed shortly to himself, "Does it matter so much for people to know you already have me?" His hand lingered in Gokudera's pants.

"Y-Yamamoto… shut up…!"

"You're gonna be married… How come I never knew a word about it?" his voice started to rise.

"…shut up."

"Maybe, towards me, you don't actually…"

"Takeshi! Listen to what the fuck you're saying!" Gokudera shouted at the top of his lungs before Yamamoto even had the time to finish his overacting little speech.

Yamamoto grew alarmed at the call of his first name. He fell silent as he examined his surroundings – as he examined the shivering man below him. The delicate lover he had always treated as if he's a fragile glass, is now covered in anger, hurt from the grip, almost violated to the extent. And those are all his doing. His actions. His words. It's all because of him, because he's unable to hold himself back

"Let go." The man beneath him ordered.

Unsure of his next move, the Rain Guardian retreated. He slowly released Gokudera's frail wrists and stole a short glance at the Storm Guardian's state before setting himself on the bed. He sat there and mentally slapped himself because of what he just did a couple of moments ago. Mad at himself for doing and saying such things, he clasped his hands together and rested his head on them. Silence took over the room as neither of them spoke.

He heard the bed sheets shuffle and even though his eyes weren't on Gokudera because he's afraid to face him, in his peripheral view, he knew Gokudera was rubbing his wrist before he sat in a cross-legged position only inches away from him. Yamamoto gritted his teeth and hissed expressing his hate to himself.

"Ah shit." He heard the Italian curse lightly as he scratched his head, "Uhmm… Hey, Yamamoto…" He uttered, reaching for the swordsman's shoulder only to be halted because his hand was caught.

The Rain Guardian could feel that Gokudera was eyeing his slightest reaction and it only made him irritated. "Gokudera," he bowed his head, "I'm sorry. This is my entire fault." said Yamamoto, kissing the back of the Storm Guardian's soft hand. "I shouldn't have said nor did those things… I'm sorry." He continued to apologize.

The Italian stared at him letting him finish whatever he had to say.

"And… about your marriage… you…" He grunted because words had a hard time coming out of his throat. Hell. He doesn't even want to say these next words, but he must, after all it's for Gokudera's sake. "You should choose the prettiest one, all right?" he flashed a forced smile, giving a short squeeze of the Italian's hand before positioning it gently on the bed. "I love you, Hayato." he stood up, "It'd be best of I get going. See you later~" then walked away

In just two months… everything was…

Yamamoto hated this. Hated his anger… hated himself. But no matter how he hated himself, Gokudera is someone he loves more than his own self. He knew this, that no matter how much he says that he loved him, there' no way Gokudera's feelings would last as much as his. Even if Gokudera lets go… Even if he knew this is an important stage for him… there's just no way for this. Even if he needs to lock him up...

He stopped.

"Takeshi! You freaking idiotic bastard! Turn around!" He heard Gokudera yell after that seeming long silence. "Now!" The Italian ordered aggressively and as immediately as possible, Yamamoto did.

He was planning to run towards the silver-haired man across the room but something prevented him. Now, it's Yamamoto's turn to be surprised. Instead of seeing a crying Gokudera like what he had hoped and imagined, he saw Gokudera's flame arrows directed at him.

"Don't you dare move!" the Storm Guardian warned.

"Go-Gokudera?"

"You! Are you that okay if I marry someone else?"

"Eh? No! Of course not!"

"Shut up! I didn't tell you to answer that!"

"…but!"

"You are most of the time… clueless… and certainly the most annoying person I've ever met." Gokudera walked towards him still targeting the arrows at him. "Although all you do is laugh around not taking some things seriously… meaning you're just a total idiot." Gokudera caught up to him and they were just an arm length away from each other, "but don't ever forget that you're my idiot!" In that instant, Gokudera put his flames off and wrapped his arms around Yamamoto's neck.

Gokudera tiptoed to reach the taller man's height and closed his eyes as he brushed his lips on Yamamoto's own. He only gave a short contact and then looked at the swordsman's expression which he already knew – bemused.

The silver-haired pulled him closer and impulsively the swordsman opened up to him. He let Gokudera take control of the sweet kiss, enjoying every bit of the Storm Guardian's eagerness. He smiled to himself as he placed his hands on Gokudera's slim waist. He knows that Gokudera wants him as much as he does, saying that he's his with an angry but cute face. One hand snaked towards the back of Gokudera's head burying itself on the silver hair as he was starting to dominate the kiss. He participated with Gokudera's tongue, and soon explored every bit of the cavern of the Italian's mouth. Yamamoto let the other relax into the kiss by leaning forward keeping the Storm Guardian's feet on the ground and holding him nearer, removing any distance between them as he tilted his head to taste more of Gokudera. His tongue hungrily danced with the Italian's, living no room for the other to take over. Yamamoto felt Gokudera's hands sliding past his shoulders and stopping on his chest and as he heard the silver-haired Italian moan, he noticed that Gokudera's fists were pounding at his chest. He kissed the Storm Guardian's moist lips before backing away a little bit to give room for air.

His partner heavily panted at what they did as Gokudera try to break free from his embrace. "E-enough…" he whispered and he continued to take a deep breath.

"No." Yamamoto replied as soon as the words left Gokudera and instantly, he shoved his tongue into the smaller man continuing were they had left off.

"Mnngh…" There was protest in Gokudera's groans. His hands try to push the annoying face in front off him but Yamamoto disregarded it as he gently grab hold of the said hand. The Italian backed a foot away to keep their balance because the swordsman just kept on being at the offensive, but he himself knew he wouldn't last long since his knees are ready to give up if Yamamoto will do more. Gokudera was starting to get lost at the pleasure he's receiving from Yamamoto's passionate kisses. "If this continues… he'll probably make a mess out of me again…" Gokudera thought, angry at himself for thinking such things.

"Gokudera…" a voice called from the outside accompanied by a soft knock on the door.

The Italian panicked a bit, torn between Yamamoto and the person outside.

"T-time… nnh…" Yamamoto didn't give him the chance to finish, "…aah… out…" he tried to continue.

"Gokudera." Based on the voice, it's probably the stupid cow.

Yamamoto didn't seem to have any plan to let Gokudera go from his arms and he just ignored the Italian's grumbles.

"Gokudera!" the spoiled Lambo shouted, "Whatever, I'm going in!"

Lambo pushed the button to open the door and he was greeted by a not so surprising scene.

"Don't just come in here without my permission." The Storm Guardian growled, greeting him by the door.

Lambo raised an eyebrow seeing Yamamoto on the floor, rubbing his stomach.

"I didn't know Yamamoto was here… what's wrong with him?" He glanced at the figure behind Gokudera.

"A-ah… he must have had a stomach ache." He covered up his doing, because he punched him.

"I see…"

"So? What brought you here?" Gokudera asked.

"Right." Lambo replied ignoring the pained Yamamoto, "You're father's waiting at the guest room… he said he wanted to talk to you…"

"Eh? My old man's here?" Gokudera sighed.

As usual…

8059 is ~!

Ok! Managed to finish this~ and well… I just have to say this… I love dark Takeshi~! I love it more when 59 squirms under 80's hold~! Sooo MOE~! XD Last problem… how the hell should I portray 59's father~? The strict type or the one like the 9th in most of Hage's doujins? Plus, I feel like my story is always hanged… like I wanted to write but can't… and hell, this wasn't the original! Lambo wasn't supposed to find it out that way~ but I think I'll just put it in next time~

Thankies for reading~! XD

11.15.10 Yashirin