Chapter 7: Unleashed

I totally vanished off of the face of the Earth. And I am SO. SORRY.

A LOT of shit has been happening lately, and I haven't been in a good place. Not to mention I've been so utterly busy with work and school. Hospital visits and drama and a relationship that began and ended all kept me away from writing Fanfiction.

I do intend to finish this Fanfiction, I promise. And I apologize again for the wait. ORZ

Yamamoto carried the weeping Storm Guardian into the apartment, having fished out the keys from the smaller boy's jeans. Gokudera was beyond even noticing the baseball player's movements.

The two sat down together on Gokudera's small couch, the Italian still clinging to Yamamoto furiously. Tears were still running down his cheeks.

Yamamoto's hand came up and began brushing the tears away.

"Gokudera you have to let go. I have to clean you up, you're bleeding everywhere."

Sure enough, the baseball player's white t-shirt was staining red with blood. It wasn't as noticeable on Gokudera's black clothing, but his pale skin was smeared with the scarlet liquid as it continued to well from the deepest of the scrapes.

Unwillingly, Gokudera loosened his grip on Yamamoto. He proceeded to curl up into a ball and continue sobbing while Yamamoto dug through Gokudera's cabinets, pulling out a first aid kit.

The baseball player began gently cleaning and bandaging the multiple scrapes as best as he could with Gokudera in the fetal position, and quite unwilling to move.

Once he finished, he threw the soiled gloves away and sat next to the bomber, who had finally stopped crying.

"Gokudera, I'll stay here. As long as you need me to, I'll be here."

Slowly, almost brokenly, Gokudera loosened the tension in his body. He inched closer over towards Yamamoto, who wasn't noticing the Italian's movements.

"And I promise I won't kiss you again. Until you get this figured out, I'll back off. You don't need me pressuring you anymore."

Gokudera paused, his side almost touching the other.

"And I don't know what I'm going to do when I see Mukuro again. I was about to punch him too, but I was more concerned about you-"

Silenced.

Gokudera had pressed his lips gently against Yamamoto's.

Yamamoto reeled back in shock, breaking the kiss.

"Gokudera, you seriously don't have to push yourself like that-"

"Shut up."

The first words he had spoken in a while were hoarse, and still choked with tears.

"I…until you… just…" He looked away, tear-swollen eyes unable to meet Yamamoto's. The Italian swallowed hard, trying to force out the words that needed to be said.

"I thought about it. A lot. You, and Tsuna, and…" he sighed again.

"I still love Tsuna. That much is true. And I will love him for a while. But… it's fading. And being slowly replaced with… something else. For you." At this point, Gokudera's cheeks were scarlet.

"And I want… I want you to make me forget. The pain. Everything. Just make me forget."

Gokudera leaned in again and pressed his lips against the baseball players, letting out a small moan of pleasure when the kiss was returned.

Yamamoto felt his hand lace through the silver locks as he slowly gained dominance over the kiss. He pulled Gokudera's tongue into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Gokudera let out a pleasured moan and clutched at his body tighter.

They shared the kiss for a few more moments before Yamamoto broke it, pressing his forehead against the smaller teen's.

It took all he had to keep from continuing. But he knew that Gokudera wasn't ready, that it was too soon.

"You need sleep. You've had a horrible day."

Gokudera only nodded once before readjusting, curling up against Yamamoto's side.

"Uh, Gokudera, I kind of need to get-"

"No." was the curt response.

"Gokudera, I need to talk to Tsuna. He needs to know, and Mukuro will probably be tracking you down right now."

"No."

"Yes Gokudera."

"No."

"Gokudera, if this doesn't get resolved, it will only end very badly."

He was greeted with silence.

"Wait until I fall asleep."

Yamamoto nodded.

"Okay."

Once Gokudera's breathing had slowed to the point that Yamamoto knew the smaller teen was asleep, he let himself out of the apartment in search for Tsuna.

I personally am not too happy with this chapter. But I hope it'll sate you guys until I can update again.

Some really angsty one-shots are probably going to be posted soon, if that's what you follow me for.