Several hours later Yamamoto's internal alarm clock wakes him up. His body felt heavier than usual and there were kinks in his neck like he'd slept in a box for the night. A very small box. But when he finally gathers his bearings enough to look around the room he smiles and lets a grin creep on his face. Last night Gokudera Hayato had revealed he drew gay manga and that Yamamoto had been playing a pretty prominent role in his fantasies. Last night Yamamoto had finally made a move on the volatile Italian and they'd slept together. Yamamoto honestly couldn't be happier.

He watched as Gokudera's back rose and fell with deep even breaths, obviously in a dead sleep atop Yamamoto's stomach. His silver hair caught the first rays of morning sun, surrounding the strands into a warm yellow that stuck out in every direction. It was charming Yamamoto decided as his eyes wandered along the partially exposed skin of Gokudera's back and he was almost embarrassed by the sheer about of bite marks coating his body. Almost.

The next twenty minutes he spends just observing Gokudera as he sleeps. Nothing interesting transpired but just being able to be close and hold the male lifted some kind of weight he hadn't realized was in his chest until now. He memorized the way Gokudera's angular hips rested perfectly on his own, how his arms laced neatly under his own, how he fit tucked in his embrace. Every few minutes Gokudera would shift and dig his cold toes closer to the warmth of Yamamoto's feet and the housekeeper could only chuckle at the endearing gesture.

He decides he's perfectly content to lay like that until he feels more so than hears Gokudera's stomach growl. He shouldn't be surprised, the man had barley eaten dinner last night and then had proceeded to have an amazing night of sexual activity…he should be starving by now. With the warning from his stomach, Gokudera wiggles in his hold, nose moving along Yamamoto's neck. He sighs affectionately and kisses the strands of silver before gently (reluctantly) easing the young man onto the couch and wandering off in the direction of the kitchen.


When Gokudera wakes up several minutes later, his tired eyes behold the ugly fabric of his couch, instantly stilling as confusion washes over him on how he ended there. A voice still rough with sleep greets him with "good morning"

Flipping onto his back fully, Gokudera mumbles something that may pass for a greeting and eyes Yamamoto. In the filtering sunlight he can take note of the clearly defined muscles he had enjoyed last night, tracing the dips and rise of all the sculpted body. Swallowing quickly he tries not to think too much into it and instead catches his eyes on the red bite marks along Yamamoto's collarbone, a fond smirk pulling at his lips.

Yamamoto's seemingly not embarrassed in the slightest about his utter lack of a shirt or the fact that he has love bites dotting along the majority of his body. He ignores the probing gaze in favor of holding up a plate filled with delicious smelling foods that cause Gokudera's stomach to rumble wantonly. Instead he is all smiles, watching Gokudera shift himself into an upright position with difficulty, swearing softly at the pressure on his backside. The housekeeper winces at that because he was definitely a part of that process.

Once Gokudera gets settled he hands over the plate as a peace offering. "Made breakfast. There's some toast, bacon and scrambled eggs. Also I think you need to throw out your milk, it smells like it's going bad."

Gokudera hums a reply, choosing to focus on shoveling food down his throat, a small part of him thankful he isn't feeling awkward around Yamamoto right now because the idea of them being uncomfortable around each other makes his stomach churn. Or that might be the hunger, but he knows himself well enough that he can guess how much Yamamoto's absence from his life would unbalance him. But the larger male seems to feel perfectly at ease staying put, comfortably leaning against the couch as Gokudera scarfs down breakfast.

Once he's finished he sets the plate aside and mumbles a quick thank you which just causes Yamamoto's smile to turn up another 100 watts. Blinded and dazed, Gokudera looks down at his hands with a blush covered scowl and he tries again. "Thanks Yamamoto, that was really good."

Coyly Yamamoto asks, "What, the food or last night?"

Gokudera begins to chokes on his own saliva as Yamamoto innocently picks up the discarded plate and kisses him on the cheek. "I thought both were pretty good honestly."

"I didn't realize you were a pervert." Gokudera accuses without real heat.

Yamamoto laughs and walks back to the kitchen unashamed.

Before he can reply to the laughter there's a series of quick taps at his door and Gokudera groans. He doesn't think there is anyone on this earth he would be happy to see at his doorstep right now. But he realizes if he doesn't get the door then Yamamoto will and that will be more trouble to explain than if he just answers it and he really cannot deal with that right now.

He pulls on the closest shirt and boxers he can find, frowning at the dried mess on his stomach before he retrieves his glasses and cracking the door enough to peer out into the hallway.

Standing far too close to his door frame is his next door neighbor Rokudo Mukuro wearing the most shit-eating grin. Seeing the dark-haired male looking so damn chipper instantly pulls his mood down and frowns deeply. "What the hell do you want this early Rokudo?"

The man chuckles knowingly at Gokudera and purrs. "What Gokudera-kun? Is it weird for neighbors to want to make small talk with one another?"

"If it's you and me as the neighbors, then yes. We don't do the small talk thing."

"After the noise you were making last night I just wanted to make sure that everything was alright over here. You gave me and Fukuro quite a scare with how loud it was." Gokudera internally rolls his eyes, his pet chihuahua really couldn't care about his sex life. Mukuro glances at the current state of Gokudera, obviously taking note of the shirt that was much too big on him, the messy state of his hair, the dull red marks peeking out of the edge of his shirt and the slowly reddening of his ears.

They both just stare at one another as Gokudera seriously considered slamming the door on the other at his obvious implications of Gokudera's night. And he couldn't care less about how un-neighborly that would be because he can practically hear Yamamoto reprimanding him it. He could feel his body heating up at the thought of Yamamoto "reprimanding" him in a much different way before he cuts himself off, cursing. Now was not the time to think about that. But the thought that Mukuro had heard the two of them and drawn his own conclusions made his stomach twist. Not that those implications were necessarily wrong but he didn't want the neighbor gossiper to spread around his late night activities.

He gritted his teeth and made to shut his front door, "Oh fuck off Mukuro-" until he was cut off by warm arms wrapping around his stomach and a kiss against his forehead. Shit.

Behind him he felt Yamamoto drape his larger body across his back, muscles tensing at the interaction occurring in the doorway. But Gokudera knew that all Yamamoto gave away on his face was an easy smile at the offending party. The added weight of the housekeeper was actually reassuring and gave Gokudera a bit more confidence to his stance. He appreciated the appearance of his companion (his lover?), automatically shifting to support their combined weight.

"Thank you for your concern neighbor, but as you can see we are both doing alright. If Gokudera ever needs anyone to worry about him I believe I can handle it."

Mukuro's smile grows even wider at the new comer and he starts to giggle.

"Oh you must be Tsuna's replacement hmm. Gokudera-kun's housekeeper correct?" He glances triumphantly at his neighbor who valiantly resists the childish urge to stick out his tongue.

Yamamoto shifted behind him and Gokudera could only guess what the idiot had planned. One large hand slipped down to grip at Gokudera's hip bone and he squeezed gently. Yamamoto cheerily commented, "I believe we are more than employer and employee. Right Gokudera?" The smaller male nodded hastily and leaned back into the hard chest behind him. Yamamoto dropped a kiss to the top of his head.

Unfazed by the interaction, Mukuro chuckled and made to cross back to his own doorstep.

"Well I do so hate to interrupt such touching moments but please do let me know the name of your company house keeper-san. I could use someone who cleans my house as thoroughly as Gokudera's did last night…"

Only held back by Yamamoto's grip on his hip, Gokudera cursed the retreating figure and vowed that he would be as loud as humanly possible the next time.


Three months later...

Gokudera expects the warm greeting as soon as the door's lock clicks into place.

"Evening Gokudera!"

Said occupant of the house hums his response and takes another sip of his now lukewarm tea. He won't admit he's pleased that Yamamoto is home forty minutes earlier than expected but there is a certain tilt of his head that will give him away the moment Yamamoto enters the room.

It takes all of thirty seconds for Yamamoto to appear by the arm of the couch holding a thick stack of letters in one hand and the extra mug of tea Gokudera had "accidentally" poured in the other. His smile broadens when he sees the content look on Gokudera's face and he is unable to resist the urge to kiss his boyfriend's chin before settling in the spot that Gokudera purposefully leaves open for him now.

"You left the mail on the doorstep again Gokudera." Yamamoto admonishes before thumbing through the envelopes himself.

"I knew you'd get them." Gokudera admits easily before glancing back at the open notebook in his lap. "Besides, I had an idea this morning and I've been sketching it out most of the day."

Yamamoto leans up slightly and watches Gokudera's face curiously. "Oh really? What's the idea? You know your publisher said you could take a month off based on the profit from your last piece right?"

The artist huffs mildly, well aware of the commercial success of his last manga. After he and Yamamoto had hooked up he had indeed been hit by a ton of ideas and had the first draft into his editors office within a week. Three weeks later and Gokudera had been able to comfortably take some time off from work and spend it with a certain idiot house keeper.

"I know. But I figured as long as there is still some inspiration I should pen it down. Just in case I ever hit another block." Gokudera shrugs disinterestedly but Yamamoto knows there's more he wants to say. He won't push the smoker into anything but he can't help but kiss him again.

"Don't worry about that Gokudera." He pushes himself up and over Gokudera's lap, easily blocking Gokudera's access to his sketchbook and diverting his attention to him. There's an irritated furrow of Gokudera's brow but he only huffs. "If you ever get into a rut again I would be more than happy to help you out of it."

That earns him a roll of green eyes but then Gokudera's pressing himself up to kiss at Yamamoto's mouth hungrily, hands already slipping underneath his shirt to pull it off. Yamamoto laughs at his insistence and reaches a hand to Gokudera's pants before he is halted by strong cool fingers. Curiously Yamamoto searches Gokudera's face as the other pulls his hands away.

"Did you want to see what I came up with?" His gaze challenging Yamamoto.

"Does it involve me being naked?"

Gokudera nods helpfully. "Of course."

"Does it involve you being naked?"

There's a moment's pause. "Mostly."

Yamamoto doesn't realize he's being maneuvered onto the couch until Gokudera's thighs are resting hot and heavy against his hips. He laughs and pulls his lover down to his level, giving his answer in a long drawn out kiss.

-FIN


A/N: The happy ever after our boys deserve.

Why can I only do fluff instead of any other genre?

So this felt like the necessary tie up for the story and as a treat for those following this. Domestic bliss YamaGoku is underrated and needs more fics. But with this it means that DMLOoYFG (talk about a mouth full) is complete. Thanks for reading!

Side notes! I reread my last chapter and cringed at it so I just upload a revamp version that I hope is easier to read/follow. Feedback appreciated.

THANKS EVERYONE!