Rori's Corner: I iz excited~ Seems like not many people expect Gamma/Goku LOL Understandable.
And you know what?
Gamma x Gokudera is now officially named NightSmex.
Don't ask me why. LOL It came from Self-Proclaimed Androgynous/Seme/Hero. Pfft.
Taint Me a Fusion
Chapter 2: Bear with Me
"And I thought you were crazy."
"Shut up."
It was an impressive tower of an apartment they were heading to, and as the cab pulled to a stop in front of the pavement, Gamma expressed his gratitude to the chauffeur in his sultry voice. The woman, looking baffled by the overwhelming charisma, simply nodded in shock. The silver-haired teen sitting across from the man gave her a curt nod before climbing out the backseat, his face concealed by the soft strands of his hair. The car door clapped shut; the locks clicking together. The cab's two passengers were off.
"Which floor?" Gokudera asked, peering up at the colossal building with its protruding balconies overlooking the city and its various floor-to-ceiling windows revealing faint outlines of leather sofas and cushions. There wasn't any light peeping through the windows, and he wondered why that was. Shouldn't there be people living in the apartment? Gamma was a couple strides ahead of him; already nearing the revolving doors as he crossed the grey asphalt. Gokudera gritted his teeth, inwardly cursing the elder's longer legs, and hurried up. He followed the man to the revolving doors, stopping hesitantly when he felt steel-blue eyes surveying him. "W-what?"
Gamma looked amused, hand pressing against the transparent frame of the panel and body facing him sideways. "Coming, kid?"
Gokudera glowered, stomping resolutely over to the cramped spot behind the blond, an enclosed area where he was trapped between a broad body and the glass frame. He didn't realize the close proximity between his captor and himself until he was propelled forward when the revolving door began to move, conveniently pushing him into Gamma's back. The teen mumbled a soft "ow" when his face thumped against the cotton fabric, his feet stumbling as the door frame manipulated his movements. He still felt weak after the unwarranted encounter with the bikers, and coupled with the shame were the bruises veering up painfully all over his body and the dizziness he experienced occasionally. His sneaker bumped into the black dress shoes before him when the revolving doors came to a stop.
"Over here."
Gokudera looked around at the vast reception hall, the white walls, the wide arc of a reception desk where the obsidian table was deserted of pens or paper, the pearl floor that cleanly reflected the swaying, diamond chandeliers, and the beige statue of a god in the middle of vicinity. It seemed like an affluent apartment – but what did the man mean by his "house?" As long as he could tell, a house and an apartment are two different things altogether. And also...where were the people? The whole place looked relatively vacant; even the reception desk was deserted.
"You seem paranoid." Gokudera's eyes narrowed at the nonchalant blond who was leaning on the elevator doors.
"Tch, paranoid my ass," the teen muttered, stalking over to the taller man with his scowl in place. The steel doors slid shut upon his entrance, and then he felt the floor trembling slightly as the elevator climbed up. He looked at the blond curiously when the other held a cigarette in between his fingers and flicked the lighter with his hand. Gamma breathed, leaning his head on the metal barricade in the elevator and exposing his neck, smoke dragging from the cigarette and curling into an "o" shape. Gokudera averted his gaze, looking away guiltily when he mumbled in a barely audible voice, "Do you..have another?"
Gamma quirked an eyebrow, a finger tapping the cigarette butt and tipping the grey ash. "Another of what?"
Emerald eyes flashed defiantly. "That."
Glancing at the cigarette in his hand, the blond whistled, but when he spoke, it was in a chiding and chastising tone, "Brat, you're only sixteen. There's no way in hell I'm giving you cigarettes."
At this, Gokudera flared up and spluttered, "What do you mean?! I'm old enough to do whatever the hell I want!" The man merely scoffed, steel-blue eyes disapproving. The silver-haired lad snarled, hands clenching and nails digging into his flesh, "And how did you know I'm sixteen? I could be twenty-three for all you know."
Gamma smirked amusedly, reaching a hand into his chest pocket and, to the immense shock of the latter, retrieving the I.D card of a certain runaway. "Hmm," deliberated the blond as he looked playfully at the information. Ignoring the indignant protests of the silver-haired teen, he read from the card, "Name, Gokudera Hayato, age, sixteen - "
"Where'd you get that?" demanded Gokudera, and just as he was reaching up for his identification card, for the blond host was intentionally holding the paper above his reach, the elevator 'ding'ed. Gamma grinned, easing past the latter and out of the elevator to the hallway.
"Playtime's over, kid."
"Give me back my permit, you bastard!"
"Sure," he said evenly, eyes glancing sideways at the quick pace of the teen behind him, whose angry scowl was evident despite the distance between them, "if you behave like a good kid."
"The fuc - "
"And no intolerable language, brat."
Gokudera growled under his breath, feet determinedly thumping on the carpeted floor as he followed his captor. This wasn't turning out exactly how he had wanted to when he escaped from his home – and to think he was being manipulated by this man. But then again he was saved by the guy. It couldn't be all that bad...right? He glared at the broad back of the blond as the man unlocked the room, cigarette still in hand. He knew the other could fight well; he had seen snippets of the conflict when he was in the alleyway behind the dumpster. And yet, for some reason unknown even to himself, Gokudera had a notion that the blond had no intention to harm him. But where was the logic in that?
"Come on in, Hayato," Gamma said, lips curled at the corners and an arm welcoming the latter.
"I'll murder you," Gokudera hissed, but he had begrudgingly headed inside, head held high when he passed the older male. They were in an apartment room, but it was one of the most capacious apartment rooms he had ever seen. The living room consisted of a wide-screened plasma television, stereo speakers located on either side of the TV, a glass coffee table some feet away from the screen surrounded by a comfy couch, a navy loveseat with fluffy pillows resting on it, and a leather sofa, and on the far side of the room, there was a panel separating this junction from the balcony. Connected to the living room were the bedroom and the kitchen, and beside the door to the bedroom was the bathroom. The vicinity was luxuriously decorated and lit upon by the white chandeliers, illustrating an essence of the rich lifestyle in the very crevices of the room.
"Take a seat," ordered Gamma, who had gone to the kitchen and come back with a white first-aid kit, the cigarette he was smoking having been stubbed out in the disposal bin. Gokudera stared at the white box, ignoring the command for him to sit.
His emerald eyes clashed with cobalt ones. Before he could utter another disgruntled demur, he found himself being pushed down on the loveseat by the frowning man before him. Gokudera bristled, "What are you doing?"
Gamma was frowning, but at the same time, a wry smirk had flitted over his lips. "Cleaning up the injured cat's wounds."
"What?"
"Oi, brat, I don't want to hear another objection from you," Gamma said gruffly, his hand firmly placed on the latter's shoulder so that he remained fixedly sitting on the couch.
"Damn it, I already said that I don't - " Gokudera abruptly halted in mid-speech when a single finger tilted his head up, causing him to stare involuntarily into calm, oceanic eyes. He twitched, nervousness tingling along his spine and all over his body. The man wordlessly, though with an occasional flicker of amusement in the steel-blue orbs and the way he sometimes smirked when Gokudera winced in pain, began addressing his wounds, starting with the bruise on the side of his lip. "Ow, ow, ow, would you freakin' stop probing that part, you sadist?" snapped Gokudera, an emerald eye clenched tightly shut at the throbbing on his forehead. He was well aware of how close his captor was to him, though he tried to force the uncomfortable thought out of his mind – and the deliberate harshness from the dabbing of ointment was awfully helpful in doing that.
A deep chuckle was heard, and the latter just knew that the man was enjoying this. Gamma said suavely as he applied the post-lotion on the bruise, "Oi, oi, you're lucky that I bother with your injuries." Gokudera scowled. The blond stepped back to fetch something else from the medicine kit and the silver-haired teen took this time to massage the stinging areas on his face. "Anywhere else, kid?" inquired Gamma.
"Yeah, but I can get to them, myself," Gokudera answered querulously.
The blond host gave him a sidelong glance before saying, "I'll be sleeping in early. Do whatever you want for the time-being. And change of clothes are already in the bathroom."
Emerald eyes widened, and Gokudera found himself gaping at the back of the man who was already in front of the door to the bedroom. "Seriously?" he breathed skeptically, disbelief clinging all around him. Gamma paused, hand resting on the doorknob. He turned to face the wide orbs of the teen, whose jaw was still hanging open, and smirked.
"Hoh? I forgot to mention that there are two beds in here," he remarked casually, a hand gesturing at the interior of the furnished room. He took in the slow reactions of the teen – from confusion to surprise, and from surprise to the immediate rouse of anger, and just as a silky pillow was flung towards him, he stepped in and slammed the door shut.
"Bastard," hissed Gokudera as he was forced to endure the laughter coming from the bedroom. He shuffled quietly over to the door, picking up the carelessly thrown pillow, and, defying all previously viable and sane senses screaming at him from the insides of his brain, stood in front of the room, unmoving, while trying to identify any sound that could be traced through the wooden obstacle. It was silent. Perhaps he was really asleep. Gokudera tentatively made his way to the bathroom, his eyebrows furrowed at the recollection of what had just happened.
Above all thoughts he had while taking a steamy hot shower, he noted that the most nagging feeling of all was the fact that he still didn't know the the other's name.
Gokudera had woken up at around the time the apartment's host was preparing himself in the bathroom. Gamma was wiping his face with a towel when the latter came stumbling in, silver head knocking into his elbow and earning himself a convenient headache while mumbling a string of curses. He raised both eyebrows at the latter, whose hand had automatically reached for a toothbrush (which was actually his), grabbed a cup to fill water with (which was also...his), and stared sleepily into the mirror, half-lidded eyes blearily absent and chin nodding drowsily.
"Oi," Gamma said.
Gokudera ignored him, eyes still unconsciously focused on the mirror. The blond frowned, but he also had on a half-devious, half-lazy smirk. After hanging the towel on the hanger, he patted down his hair for a last effect. Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw that the slim teen was languidly brushing his teeth, arm moving in a painfully slow-mo and horizontal motion. Gamma brushed past the other (who was looking incredibly lost in the downy white clouds and had still not noticed his presence) and, at the spur of the moment, or perhaps more of the intuition that he wouldn't have another chance to tease the kid and get away unscathed, he lackadaisically fondled the teen's surprisingly soft hair, messing it up intentionally before he went on his way out, a satisfied grin curling on his chiseled and handsome face.
He couldn't help letting slip a low rumble of amusement when he head a disgruntled grunt from the bathroom.
It wasn't until the door slammed shut that Gokudera finally woke up from his daydreaming stupor. The silver-haired teen looked around, taking in the silence of the vicinity and the fact that the man was no longer in the apartment. He looked at his disheveled silver hair, blinked at the dawning realization that he had missed the chance to spy – uh, have a better understanding of his current situation by following the mysterious blond, and promptly swore.
"Damn it all," he hissed, gritting his teeth. While wiping his face with a wet paper towel, he snatched an elastic band, and after throwing the sloshed paper into the trash bin, he quickly wound his hair into a low ponytail. Gokudera paused just in front of the door, his eyes roving down to his borrowed clothes: black turtleneck, leather pants, and a plain brown belt. A pink color blossomed over his cheeks as he averted his eyes from himself.
Now wasn't the time to be worrying about clothes, he chided himself.
And then he rushed out of the apartment room.
Rori's Corner: Ushishishi~ plot unraveling already. First time ever that I started the plot so early on.
Ohyeshh, feed your addictions, everyone, ushishishi~