Just a quick warning: Awful use of Italian –mostly on purpose-. Fluff max. These stories will not necessarily be in any sort of chronological order.

Seconda Finestra: Notte senza pioggia

The night sky was as clear as could be, not even the smallest cloud daring to cover the magnificent view of Sicily's deep dark sky sprinkled with every star any man had ever seen. The room's glass doors were slightly opened and it allowed the nocturnal chill to penetrate from the balcony and make the silk white curtains dance.

A ray of silver light shone through the window and into the bed. The full moon; bigger and brighter than anyone could imagine, shone above the small Italian house in its full glory, like something come from another world.

The white sheets on the bed ruffled as a young man climbed down and walked towards the balcony. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes and opened the glass doors cautiously, hoping not to wake the sleeping person still lying in bed as he directed his gaze towards the moon, wonder and amazement shining in his brown eyes.

"What are you doing over there butt-naked? You'll catch a cold." The man in bed asked groggily, pointing out his state of undress.

Completely dazed by the nightly scenery, the taller man answered without thinking. "Vieni qui. Guarda la luna."

His companion quirked an eyebrow in curiosity. The brown-eyed man could hear him rising from the bed and walking towards him.

"The fuck are you doing babbling in that awful Italian? Did you hit your head or something?" he asked, standing behind his lover and leaning his chin on the taller man's shoulder.

Yamamoto laughed. "Perdonami, Hayato, ma questa notte e piú bella, non ti pare?"

The Italian bomber groaned his disapproval. "If this is your new idea of seduction, your awful Japanese accent and your generally terrible disposition for languages are not helping. Even in High School your English grades were atrocious."

The baseball player laughed again. "So mean. I just felt suddenly inspired to try out my Italian since we're here in Sicily and the moon's so beautiful. I thought Italian was the language for romance?" he chuckled mirthfully.

Gokudera rolled his eyes but smiled softly nonetheless. He surrounded his naked lover's waist with his arms and tilted his head to nibble at the taller man's earlobe. Yamamoto leaned into his embrace and hummed contentedly as he placed his hands atop his lover's.

The silver headed bomber looked up at the night sky that had entranced his partner so much. "I'll give it to you, though. It truly is a beautiful night."

"Told you so." Yamamoto chuckled, turning his head to look at his lover. The clear light of the moon made the shorter man's hair shine like real silver and his eyes looked like a pair of gorgeous emeralds. Even after all these years, this man could still make his heart race as it had when he was a teen. "Sei bellisimo" he whispered, leaning in for a sweet, long kiss that tasted like life itself.

Gokudera pulled him in closer, pressing their bodies flush together. When their lips parted, he started raining butterfly kisses down Takeshi's neck and shoulders, while rubbing the sweet spot on his hipbones with his thumbs, eliciting a throaty moan from his partner.

"I thought you were not getting seduced by my horrible Italian." He teased, leaning into the touch as if hoping their bodies would melt into each other.

"I changed my mind." Hayato smirked, biting down on one shoulder, hoping to leave a mark.

Takeshi chuckled.

"Bravissima".

-Finito-

Quick translations of my horrible Italian, in case they aren't obvious by context

"Come here. Take a look at the moon."

"Sorry Hayato, but this night is truly beautiful, isn't it?"

"You're gorgeous."

"Awesome" (roughly)

I was inspired to write this extremely short piece after watching Moonstruck (that 80's movie with Cher and Nicholas Cage back when he was a hottie) with my Mom, plus a weekend with my Italian brother-in-law and his legion of Italian friends and family. I also wanted to play with the idea that imho, Italian on Japanese accent sounds horrible –as Arcana Famiglia and Reborn itself can testify-. I can easily imagine Dera trying to teach Yama some Italian so that he makes himself useful for Vongola when they go to Italy, then giving up because Yama is such a dork.

I'm not sure how strict FF has gotten with the rating policies, so I'm not sure if this would grant making this an M story, anyone knows? This is as hot as it'll ever get so I don't really know if it's too much to stay T.

Chronologically, I'd say they're both in their late twenties to early thirties in this piece and decided to take a romantic weekend off LOL. They probably left Fuuko with Uncle Tsuna or something LOL.

Anyway, hope you like it even if it's really short. It was just a spur-of-the-moment inspiration so I hope I at least managed to convey the picture I had in my head. Please R&R and sorry for abusing Italian and making horrible things with it.