(A/N) I hope everyone had happy holidays! Wow, this took me forever to write, even during break. At least it's a little longer than usual, right? Anyway, warnings for this chapter are shmexy sex, and, yes, Gokudera is topping. So if you don't like that, I apologize. Oh, and I guess there's an innuendo for 1833, but you can just ignore that if you want.

Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading~

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OKAY I'M GOING BACK TO SLEEP.

Yamamoto's hands were shaking as he put down the phone, Gokudera's voice still echoing in his head.

You better as hell like it rough!

The more he thought about it, the more it made his pulse quicken with an intense excitement that he could feel coursing through his veins. Blood pulsed in both directions as Yamamoto imagined the silver-haired man with him, completely taking over, his hands brushing against Yamamoto's thighs…

A sharp bark and a whine snapped Yamamoto out of his erotic thoughts, bringing his attention down to his puppy, Jirou, who looked up at him with wide eyes. Trying to ignore the tightness in his lower half, Yamamoto leant down to hug his dog around the neck and buried his face in the Akita's fur.

Man, he was so hopelessly in love.

Remembering that Gokudera could come over at any moment, Yamamoto hastened to get his dog out of the house. He didn't want the kind animal to interrupt in their desperate… moment. He went a few floors down his apartment complex to a friend of his who lived there. The guy kept a kangaroo in his apartment (Yamamoto didn't even want to ask how he'd bargained with the landowner about that), so he didn't mind looking after Jirou on days when Yamamoto went drinking.

Knocking on the door, Yamamoto tried to calm his pulse. He didn't want to show up aroused in front of his friend's door. That would be beyond embarrassing, and he'd never be able to live it down nor would his friend let him.

A loud bang startled Yamamoto out of his thoughts and he looked on in shock as his friend opened the door. He looked infuriated and, as Yamamoto glanced back into the apartment, the place looked destroyed. The walls were cracked, pictures were dangling off the walls, the rugs were all torn, and a broken lamp lay smashed in the corner. In the center of the room sat the kangaroo next to a jet-black haired man. His shirt was torn so that his chest was visible and sweat dripped down his body. His cold cobalt gaze glared into Yamamoto, and he swallowed as Jirou shifted nervously at his side.

"Um… Ryohei, is this a bad time?" Yamamoto whispered, pointing discreetly at the man sitting in Ryohei's apartment.

"A bad time?! It's never a bad time for you, my friend!" Ryohei shouted before looking down at Jirou who whined nervously. "Need me to look after the mutt again?"

Yamamoto looked in at the man again, who didn't for one second take his glare off of him. If Yamamoto didn't so desperately need Jirou out of the house, he wouldn't even think of leaving the puppy here. But he needed to have this moment with Gokudera.

"Yeah," Yamamoto replied, ushering a reluctant Jirou inside the apartment. The dog whined at him and tried with all of his might to resist going inside. As Ryohei started to close the door, Jirou looked back at his master with sad, scared eyes. Yamamoto's heart pierced with guilt and he promised his puppy that he'd come back to get him as soon as possible.

With Jirou secure inside Ryohei's apartment, Yamamoto began to head back up to his apartment. But, as he went to climb the stairs again, he crashed into another man who was hurrying up the same direction. Yamamoto's heart nearly stopped when he saw that it was Gokudera that he'd run into. Gokudera looked at him in shock for a moment before they both had a mutual agreement and dashed madly up the stairs to Yamamoto's apartment.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, Gokudera had Yamamoto pinned to the wall and they were kissing desperately. For a brief moment, Yamamoto wondered where Gokudera's enthusiasm had come from. On the phone, Gokudera had seemed slightly reluctant at the prospect of topping.

However, the thought completely flew from his mind as Gokudera slammed his crotch up against Yamamoto's, grinding roughly. Yamamoto let out a sharp moan, his knees starting to shake as he found he could barely stand.

Not wanting to fall over and completely ruin their moment, Yamamoto pushed slightly on the smaller man's shoulders as he directed him towards the couch. It'd have to be good enough, because Yamamoto didn't think he'd make it to the bedroom.

Yamamoto let himself fall back onto the couch. Gokudera slid on top of Yamamoto, looking down at the man for a moment as he paused in his actions. Yamamoto saw the question in the other's eye and he nodded. He definitely wanted this.

Nodding slightly back in return, Gokudera never broke their eye contact as he leaned down to connect their lips. At first the kiss was gentle, testing. The last time they'd had sex was when they were both drunk and not thinking clearly. Yamamoto, at least, wanted this time to be special. Not just rough sex between strangers.

Those thoughts flew from his mind, however, when Gokudera's fingers started roaming. They started on Yamamoto's cheeks before tracing down his neck, causing Yamamoto to shiver in excitement as Gokudera's finger traced his Adam's apple. He raised his hips slightly in want, groaning as his crotch rubbed deliciously against Gokudera's. Gokudera nipped at Yamamoto's lips as he used his hips to push down against Yamamoto's slowly, Yamamoto wanting to scream at the agonizing but delicious torture being put upon him.

Gokudera's fingers slipped down to Yamamoto's shirt, where they began unbuttoning the buttons. Gokudera pulled his lips off of Yamamoto, who tried not to whine in disappointment at the lack of Frenching, and instead moaned loudly as Gokudera's tongue slipped against the sensitive skin behind his ear.

Yamamoto bucked against Gokudera's hips, which were still grinding as slow as agonizingly possible against Yamamoto's lower half. The taller man could barely see as a pleasure-filled haze coated his eyes and he rocked his hips anxiously against Gokudera. He could feel himself straining against his pants and he wondered if Gokudera would ever stop teasing him and get onto it. He wasn't sure if he wanted the smaller man to or not.

Gokudera's fingers finally touched bare skin as Yamamoto's shirt was pushed off the couch, causing pleasure to shock down Yamamoto's body. He panted and moaned in wanting as Gokudera moved his lips again and took hold of one of Yamamoto's nipples in his teeth.

Massaging the bump in between his teeth, Gokudera then used his hands to pull Yamamoto's zipper down. Yamamoto's breath hitched as pale hands brushed against his hot flesh and he moaned loudly at the combined attention to his nipple and lower half.

His pants were finally pulled off, leaving him completely exposed. He whined as Gokudera broke off completely to begin taking off his own clothes. Yamamoto watched hungrily as the silver-haired man practically ripped his shirt off and hastily pulled off his pants.

Yamamoto took in every aspect of Gokudera. The first time, he hadn't looked as much as he would've liked to.

He wouldn't make the same mistake again.

"Where's your condoms and lube?" Gokudera's voice was faint and far away, as distracted as Yamamoto was by how much Gokudera was arousing him and hardening him more than he already was. When he finally processed Gokudera's question, he found he could barely think of the answer.

"Uh… They're in the drawer in my bedroom…" Yamamoto finally answered, his aroused brain completely distracted as he openly looked at Gokudera. He saw an amused smirk on Gokudera's face out of the corner of his eye before Gokudera walked out of the room to get the lube and condoms.

As he waited, Yamamoto fell back onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling. His lower half was uncomfortably stiff and he wished Gokudera would hurry up so he could take care of it.

After what seemed like hours, Gokudera was finally back and sitting near Yamamoto's feet. He gave Yamamoto a look and tapped his knee. Yamamoto instantly took the hint and tucked his legs up and spread them out so Gokudera had easier access to Yamamoto's lower half. He quivered in excitement as Gokudera moved to the space in between his legs.

Leaning down, Gokudera caressed Yamamoto's crown with his fingers as he squirted some lube onto his other hand. Yamamoto moaned and squirmed, trying not to buck his hips at the pleasure. Using his lube-covered fingers, Gokudera traced the skin around Yamamoto's opening as his other hand stroked down Yamamoto's stiff length. Yamamoto couldn't help but buck his hips this time, thrusting his stiff member into Gokudera's hand and practically screaming in pleasure.

He barely even noticed as Gokudera slipped a finger into his opening except for a slight discomfort. He hadn't bottomed in a long time, but he wasn't in as much pain as he thought he should've been. Maybe Gokudera was just good at giving him a distraction.

Gokudera hissed at the tight fit as he wiggled his finger inside Yamamoto a little, his breath ghosting again Yamamoto's length and making him shiver.

Finally, after some more finger wiggling (which hit Yamamoto's prostate a few times, making him moan loudly in want), Yamamoto was ready.

Yamamoto panted as he waited for Gokudera to put on a condom, a small part of his brain wondering why it was necessary. Surely the both of them were sensible enough to not have sex with other people when they were infected? But Yamamoto realized it was better safe than sorry, so he just sighed impatiently and kept his mouth shut.

When Gokudera got himself in the condom and applied lube to it, he posed over Yamamoto. Yamamoto lifted his legs over his partner's shoulders to give the other a better position, in which Gokudera shifted into Yamamoto's new position and gently pushed himself into the other.

Yamamoto winced as the other one entered him, his skin still a little tight even after Gokudera's finger action. But it wasn't really painful, just a little uncomfortable.

It felt better once Gokudera started slowly thrusting, stretching Yamamoto's skin more before he took on a faster pace. As Gokudera slowly accelerated, Yamamoto felt the uncomfortable feeling fade to be replaced by immeasurable pleasure. His breath came in shallow pants in between his moans as he rocked against Gokudera's thrusting. The other man let out a low moan before he leaned down to connect their lips roughly, their teeth crashing.

Yamamoto let Gokudera slip his tongue into his mouth as Gokudera slammed into his prostate, causing the black-haired man to scream in pleasure. Yamamoto rocked even harder against Gokudera's hips, the two keeping up the fast and immensely pleasure-filled pace until Yamamoto screamed out his partner's name and released all over the smaller man's stomach.

Shivering as Gokudera released his own seed inside of him, Yamamoto rode his post-orgasm high with Gokudera before they both came down. Gokudera pulled out of Yamamoto gingerly and Yamamoto let his legs drop to the couch. Gokudera collapsed next to Yamamoto and cuddled into his side as they both breathed heavily.

When he'd caught his breath, Yamamoto stiffly moved onto his side and wrapped his arms around Gokudera. The silver-haired man looked up at him in question, but didn't move away so Yamamoto happily kept his arms around the smaller man.

His hands resting against Gokudera's back, his fingers felt rough skin and Yamamoto remembered the flame-shaped scars he'd seen on the other's back the first time they'd had sex together.

Yamamoto's eyebrows furrowed in concern and he looked down at Gokudera who had his eyes closed, but wasn't asleep as Yamamoto could tell by the way the smaller man breathed.

"Hey, Gokudera?" Yamamoto whispered, not really sure why he felt it was necessary to talk quietly. "How did you get those scars on your back?"

Gokudera's icy green eyes opened and he looked up at Yamamoto. He bit down on his lip before looking away again. Yamamoto could see his expression cloud over and, for a second, he thought the silver-haired man would leave.

"I shouldn't have asked!" Yamamoto cried out in his mind, panic rising in his chest.

But Gokudera just sighed and looked into Yamamoto's neck as he began to mumble softly.

"When I was living in Italy- I was born and grew up there- my mother died when I was three and left me alone with my father and sister. My father would beat me every time I did something wrong, and my sister would bake these… cookies, if they could even be called that, and would always poison me with them. Her favorite past time was creating new recipes to try and poison me."

Gokudera paused for a moment, and Yamamoto held his breath in fear that the Italian wouldn't continue. But the silver-haired man just took a deep breath before speaking again.

"One day, the house caught on fire. There was no one home but me, but, when I looked out my window, I could see my father and sister standing in the courtyard watching the house burn. I knew then that my father had tried to kill me. I think that thought gave me the energy to somehow escape the flames, but not without these." Gokudera gestured vaguely at the scars on his back. "So, when I escaped the burning house, I stowed away on a boat and ran to Japan. I haven't been back to Italy since."

When Yamamoto was sure Gokudera was done, he placed his chin on top of the other's head and rubbed his lower back gently.

"I'm sorry that happened to you, Gokudera… Your father and sister don't know what they're missing," he breathed into the other's hair.

Gokudera lifted his head to look at Yamamoto, and the black-haired man closed the distance and placed a soft and gentle kiss on Gokudera's lips. When they broke apart, Gokudera gave him a small (so small he almost missed it) smile.

Yamamoto felt happiness rush through him at the thought that probably no one else in the world had ever seen that smile.

They cuddled back together, Yamamoto wrapped protectively around Gokudera. After hearing about his past, Yamamoto could feel no doubt that what he felt for this man was love. He wasn't sure how it happened, but he was glad it did.

Whatever happened next, Yamamoto wanted to be by Gokudera's side.