(A/N) Holy crap that chapter took forever to write. And it wasn't even that long, nor did anything really happen. I'm so sorry. Well, I hope it got you guys excited for the next chapter at the very least. I'm going to go crawl under a hole and die now.

Don't worry, I can still update from hell.

The loud shrill of an alarm blasted out of nowhere, forcing Gokudera out of his sleep. He peeled his eyes open groggily, not really wanting to get up at all. His head was pounding and his stomach was churning uncomfortably. He could barely move his arm as he flopped it lazily onto the table to turn off the alarm that was worsening his headache.

It was Monday, apparently.

As soon as Gokudera had come home from Yamamoto's he'd filled up his kitten Uri's food bowl and collapsed face first on his bed. Apparently he'd slept all the way through Sunday.

That probably explained why Gokudera was feeling like crap. His body wasn't used to getting that much sleep.

Suddenly Gokudera felt a rumbling on his back, making him smile a little bit as he recognized the soft purring of his kitten. She must've climbed on top of him while he was dead to the world and made her nest there. When Gokudera had first gotten Uri, the kitten had absolutely hated him. She'd scratch him whenever she could and never listened to a word he said. Lately she'd warmed up to him, and now Gokudera couldn't say he didn't have a soft spot for the little fur ball.

He reached behind him and gently grabbed Uri by the scruff of her neck, moving her from his back so he could sit up. The kitten mewled as she was moved, struggling a little before Gokudera placed her on the bed. She looked up at him before jumping off the bed and running into the kitchen.

Yawning, Gokudera somehow dragged himself out of bed. Monday meant the beginning of the week, which meant work. He got into the shower for precisely five minutes before coming out, feeling slightly better from the hot water. He'd calculated how much time he'd need for his morning schedule and always followed it so he wasn't rushed in the morning. It was probably the only way he could ever stay organized. He threw on the black work clothes that were considered his 'uniform' and followed Uri into the kitchen.

He poured some canned tuna into Uri's bowl and refilled her water before heading to the kitchen to get his own breakfast. As he placed his hand on the handle of the refrigerator, a lone piece of paper stuck onto the fridge with a magnet caught his eye.

It was Yamamoto's phone number.

Gokudera stared at it for a second before yanking on the fridge door and noticing that it was quite… empty. He growled angrily and took out a cup of instant ramen from his cupboard before heating up some water.

As he waited for the water to boil, Gokudera thought of Saturday. Yamamoto's actions had really confused him. First, he'd given Gokudera his number in an obvious plea for him to come back. Then he was crying on his toilet and wanting to be left alone. And then he had the fucking nerve to ask Gokudera to dance. The fact that Yamamoto's father had also been there hadn't been helpful, either.

What the hell did the man want from him?

A sharp whistle pierced through Gokudera's thoughts and he jumped, hastily taking the teapot off the burner and turning it off. He poured the hot water into his ramen and let it sit for a while as he moved over to the kitchen table. Uri, obviously done with her breakfast, followed him and sat on his foot, purring away. He rubbed the kitten's belly with his toe as his thoughts returned to Yamamoto and the piece of paper hanging on his fridge.

Should he go back? Did he want to go back? Sure, the man had been nice, but now Gokudera wasn't sure. What would happen if he went back to Yamamoto's apartment, without his dad there to referee? Yamamoto didn't seem like the kind of person who'd try to jump him, or even rape him, but Gokudera realized he didn't really know him at all. They'd had slightly drunken sex once, and Gokudera had stayed for the day, but he didn't know anymore of Yamamoto than he had going in.

Gokudera suddenly remembered his cup noodles and reached for them, only to find them cold.

"What the hell…" Gokudera muttered as he looked up at the clock. Noticing what time it was, and how long he'd spaced out, Gokudera swore and jumped up from the table. So much for not being rushed. Uri yowled loudly as she was flown to the other side of the room, hissing and slinking off into Gokudera's bedroom.

Though he felt slightly guilty, Gokudera knew he didn't have time for this. He grabbed his keys and ran out of his apartment, running down the flight of stairs leading to where his car was parked.

His urgency, however, caused him to not notice the man standing next to his car until it was too late. The man looked up and smiled in what could be interpreted as a perverted way and walked over to Gokudera.

"Hey, beautiful, I was wondering when you'd come down!" The man purred, grabbing Gokudera's wrist. Gokudera bristled, tugging sharply on his hand in a futile attempt to get it out of the man's grasp.

"What the hell do you want?" Gokudera growled, glaring up at the man. The man wasn't a stranger; Gokudera had slept with him before. And when he'd woken up that night from being drunk out of his mind, he'd found that he shared the apartment complex with the man. Ever since, Gokudera had made sure to avoid this man however possible; even if it meant parking his car several blocks away.

But he'd been too tired to care where he parked his car yesterday, and his urgency caused him to let himself be caught off guard.

"I haven't seen you in a long time, I thought maybe we could…" the man slipped a finger underneath Gokudera's pants' waistline, "… have a little fun~?"

Gokudera didn't have time for this either. He was already going to be late.

He brought his knee up quickly, slamming it into the man's unsuspecting crotch. The man doubled over in pain, his hands leaving Gokudera as he held his south side in an attempt to somehow lessen the pain. Gokudera scowled at him before walking past and getting into his car.

As he got onto the road, it was a surprise he didn't crash with how distracted he was by his irritation.

Screw one-night stands.

However much Gokudera completely wanted to forget about his sex life, the issue of Yamamoto kept buzzing around his head like an annoying insect. He didn't know why he kept thinking about him, so what if the little piece of paper on his fridge was telling him to go back? It's not like it had to be sometime soon. It got so bad that it was hard to focus on work (he'd burnt so many dished that he'd almost gotten himself fired) which was why Gokudera was ecstatic to come home that Friday.

Picking up Uri, who had come to greet him at the door, he walked over to collapse onto his couch. He stroked Uri's fur as he laid his head back over the side of the couch, his mind numb. It was too stressful to think about everything.

Gokudera needed a drink.

Though persuading himself wouldn't be easy. Getting a drink meant going to the bar, and going to the bar meant getting drunk, and getting drunk meant meeting a guy, and meeting a guy meant having sex. Truthfully, Gokudera really didn't feel up to it.

He sighed loudly and glanced over at the clock. He could go to bed early. But he wouldn't be able to sleep anyway, so what was the point? His life was really pathetic if he had nothing better to do than go to a bar on Saturday night.

A flash of white caught his peripheral vision, making Gokudera look over at the source. It was the lone paper stuck to the refrigerator again.

Gokudera wasn't sure what compelled him to do it. Maybe it was the loneliness of his small apartment. Maybe it was his sad, pathetic excuse of a life. Or maybe he just really needed someone to talk to. But, whatever the reason, Gokudera found his cellphone in his hand and his finger dialing the number that he'd practically memorized.

"Hello?"

Gokudera's breath caught. Had his voice always sounded this mesmerizing? Or was Gokudera getting delusional?

"Yamamoto," he finally breathed. He suddenly realized that he didn't know what he wanted to say, or what his reason for calling was. With his luck, that'll be the first question out of Yamamoto's mouth.

But, miraculously, it wasn't.

"Gokudera! How have you been? I was wondering if you'd ever call me! You do know it's been a week, right? Oh, sorry, you've probably been busy. But I was just waiting by the phone every spare minute…! That sounded weird… Forget I said anything… Um… hi?" Yamamoto blabbered almost immediately. Gokudera had to resist the urge to laugh out loud. Geez, this guy was a rambling idiot. Hopefully that was just him being nervous. Gokudera stared down at Uri as he wondered how he should respond. He felt slightly uneasy when he found a smile on his face. What the hell was he smiling for?

"I'm fine, I guess. That was your original question, right?" Gokudera teased, even though he could probably recite exactly what Yamamoto had just spouted out.

"That's good!" Yamamoto laughed on the other end. "So, what's up?"

There it was. The dreaded question. Gokudera swallowed and flicked Uri's tail distractedly. Just what was he supposed to say? 'Sorry, I was bored and needed to get laid,' was definitely not how he was phrasing this.

"I… was wondering if you were free right now," Gokudera finally replied, wondering if that was sufficient enough. Had he said it suggestively enough for it to get through Yamamoto's thick skull?

All Gokudera could hear on the other end was silence, making him wonder if Yamamoto had suddenly had a heart attack. It would definitely save him a lot of trouble. But, just as he was about to ask, Yamamoto finally came back to life.

"Oh… yeah, uh, yeah, I'm free!" Yamamoto practically shouted, his voice raising a few octaves. Gokudera wondered how such a deep-voiced man could go that high.

He sounded way too eager.

"Uh, okay, then can I…?" Gokudera started, twirling Uri's tail anxiously.

"Gokudera, will you top me?"

The question came out of nowhere, making Gokudera blanch. Had he heard right? No way did Yamamoto really want… Wait, what the hell?!

"What?!" Gokudera screeched, probably more than he intended. He flinched as Uri scratched his hand, looking down and realizing that he was tightly clenching Uri's fur. He released the kitten, in which she hissed and jumped off of his lap. He stared distractedly at his cut, trying not to think about the request just made to him.

"D-do you not want to…? You don't have to if you're uncomfortable with it…" Yamamoto seemed down, if not embarrassed by his outburst. Gokudera sighed in frustration. He really didn't want to make Yamamoto depressed again.

Making up his mind quickly, he replied indignantly.

"Well, then you better as hell like it rough!"

With that, he hung up and practically leaped off his couch in his haste to leave. Apologizing to Uri would have to come later, Gokudera needed sex.