(A/N) I feel like I might have rushed things again… Eh, to hell with it! This is how it's supposed to go because I said so! This is technically the last chapter, but I'm going to have an omake at the end, so it's not over quite yet! Thanks for everyone who reviewed, favorited, and stuck with me until the very end! :') I can't explain how much I appreciate your support!

Also, I should apologize for my very unpredictable updating… Well, I hope you enjoy it anyway! See you next time!

The first thing Yamamoto thought of when he woke up that morning was Jirou. He felt slightly guilty about it (since he'd just had the best sex of his life and he should be thinking about that, right?), but he'd promised his puppy he'd come back to get him as soon as possible.

He'd dreamily think about the sex later.

Untangling himself from the warm Italian next to him, Yamamoto rolled off of the couch. There was a sharp pang of pain in his back when he bent down to pick up his clothes, causing him to wince. Geez, it really had been a long time since he'd been bottomed.

Once Yamamoto managed to get his clothes back on, he pecked a soft kiss onto Gokudera's forehead before he left his apartment. As he closed the door behind him, he hoped he got back before Gokudera woke up so that the Italian didn't think that he'd walked out on him. Even if it was his apartment.

Yamamoto once again walked down the few stories to Ryohei's apartment and knocked on the door when he got there. The hallway outside the apartment was eerily quiet; usually you could hear Ryohei training early in the morning, but that morning Yamamoto didn't hear anything.

It worried him.

There was no answer when Yamamoto knocked on the door, which made his worry escalate. He should never have left Jirou there with Ryohei and that strange man!

Trying the doorknob, Yamamoto found the door to be unlocked. He gingerly pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The apartment was in the same condition as it had been the night before, with the cracked walls, dangling pictures, torn carpets, and the broken lamp in the corner. The only thing that was different was a huge puddle of white in the middle of the room. Yamamoto paled, thinking he was going to be sick, before the comforting smell of milk drifted to his nose. He breathed a sigh of relief.

Someone had just spilled their milk; he'd thought for sure that it was…

A moan came from a different room, making Yamamoto jump. He could hear rough breathing, and he suddenly doubted his assumption that the milk scent had come from the puddle on the rug.

Nervousness escalated through him as he decided to get his dog and leave the apartment as quickly as possible.

But where was Jirou?

Yamamoto scouted the house, making sure to avoid the room where he'd heard the moans and breathing come from. When he couldn't fine the Akita, he worried that Jirou was trapped in that room, and he'd have to confront whatever was going on in there, but, luckily, he found his dog hiding under the table in the small kitchenette.

He bent down on his knees to look at his puppy, guilt rushing through him at how scared his Akita looked. He was shivering, his eyes were shut tight, and his ears were tucked tightly against his head.

"Jirou," Yamamoto whispered, reaching out to tug gently on one of the Akita's ears.

The dog's head shot up so fast that Yamamoto thought he was going to hit his head on the table. Jirou's nails clicked on the aluminum floor as he ran over to Yamamoto, jumping him and knocking him to the floor. Yamamoto laughed as Jirou licked all over his face, his fingers scratched at Jirou's neck.

"I missed you too, buddy," Yamamoto murmured before pushing the excited puppy off of him and sitting up. "Come on, let's go home."

Jirou barked, and Yamamoto flinched. He put his finger to his lips and shushed his puppy, worrying that the people in the other room would come out to investigate.

But, luckily, no one came into the kitchenette, and Yamamoto fled the apartment; Jirou right behind him.

Gokudera woke up to the smell of bacon and something licking his face.

He grunted and peeled his eyes open, finding a blanket over him and a warm body next to him. At first, he thought it was Yamamoto (which then made him wonder why the man was licking his face), but then the creature barked and Gokudera knew it was a dog.

Sitting up, he saw a giant Akita lying next to him; its tail thumping against the side of the couch. It sat up when he did, barking happily as its paws came up to rest on Gokudera's shoulders and it started licking his face again.

Gokudera groaned. It was too early in the morning for this.

"Where the hell did this dog come from…?" Gokudera grumbled as he pushed the dog away. It jumped off the couch and barked at him before wandering off somewhere. Gokudera rubbed his eyes sleepily before leaning over the couch to pick up his clothes and headed for Yamamoto's shower.

Memories of last night came back to mind as he stood under the hot water. It truly had been amazing, part of him still unable to believe it had actually happened. No one he'd ever slept with before had ever wanted him to top them. A feeling he couldn't identify started wriggling in Gokudera's ribcage as he stepped out of the shower and got dressed.

Why did he feel so happy that Yamamoto had asked him to top?

Gokudera came out of the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen, where the mouth-watering scent of bacon that he'd smelled before was still coming from. In the kitchen, he saw Yamamoto standing in front of the stove with a ridiculously tall, white chef's hat and a pink "Kiss the Chef" apron. At his feet, the dog was sitting with his ears perked and his tail thumping gently against the floor.

The Italian couldn't help but snort at the ridiculous sight.

Yamamoto turned at the sound and a smile that was so big that it took up his whole face emerged as he spotted Gokudera. It only added to the ridiculous factor of his outfit.

"Good morning, Gokudera!" Yamamoto shouted out happily, causing the dog next to him start barking and rush over to Gokudera. He jumped up and scraped his paws against Gokudera's stomach, barking happily.

Gokudera couldn't stop the disturbing thought from passing through his brain that the dog was a little too much like Yamamoto as he leaned down to rub the dog's ears.

"Jirou, down!" Yamamoto called out, sounding a little embarrassed. Jirou whined and let himself fall down before he wandered into a different corner to sniff curiously.

Gokudera rolled his eyes at the short attention span of the dog (also like Yamamoto. The similarities were starting to add up) before standing up and walking over to Yamamoto. He reached up and pecked Yamamoto on the lips before leaning back on the counter, an amused smirk on his face.

"Morning."

Yamamoto blinked.

"Wha-?"

"I was following the directions on your apron," Gokudera teased, nodding in the direction of the silly pink thing. Yamamoto seemed confused for a moment before he looked down at his apron. When he finally understood, his entire face lit up to the color of a tomato as he laughed nervously.

"O-oh! Haha…"

Gokudera was going to tease him some more, but the phone interrupted him. As Yamamoto went to answer, Gokudera helped himself to a pot of coffee that was sitting on the counter. He took the mug to the kitchen table and sipped it black as Yamamoto spoke on the phone.

"Hello?" Yamamoto answered, taking off his hat and hanging it on a chair. Gokudera nearly choked on his coffee when he heard the unnaturally loud and happy voice on the other end.

"Hey, Takeshi! How are you? Today's Children's Day, did you remember? Oh, I'm sure you were too busy to remember. But, anyway, I'm going to come over so we can be together! It is "Children's" Day after all! I'll be over in a few minutes!" Tsuyoshi's rambling was easily heard by Gokudera, who couldn't help but sigh in exasperation. Even now he'd have to hurry out of the apartment? Was Tsuyoshi trying to mess with them?

Yamamoto looked absolutely furious. His fists were curled tightly and they were shaking. His eyebrows were deeply furrowed and an irritated fire burned in his eyes. The look kind of disturbed Gokudera, because he never could've imagined an expression like that on the face of someone like Yamamoto.

"Dad," Yamamoto growled out quietly, before his voice began to rise in volume, "can I have no peace?! Every time even the littlest event is going on, you insist on coming over here! I don't mind seeing you every once in a while, but you always insist on coming over at the worst times! Especially when I'm at home, trying to make a goddamn breakfast for my boyfriend, you have to go and-!"

Whatever else Yamamoto was going to say died in his throat as he seemed to realize what he'd just said. The other end was quiet as Gokudera barely prevented himself from doing a spit-take; choking on the coffee instead. Boyfriend? Boyfriend?!

When the hell had that happened?! They'd had sex a few times, and yeah, sure, Gokudera had stayed the day during Yamamoto's birthday, but that hardly counted as them being boyfriends! Is that the way Yamamoto thought it was, or how he thought of Gokudera?!

But, no matter how angry or flabbergasted Gokudera tried to get himself to be, he found he really didn't mind at all that Yamamoto had called him his boyfriend. In fact, something inside him started fluttering when those words had left the black-haired man's lips!

… Shit, something was wrong with him.

The tense and awkward silence was finally broken as Tsuyoshi spoke up again. His voice was hesitant, and less loud and enthusiastic as it had been before.

"… I'll let you have time alone, then…" Then there was a click, signaling that Tsuyoshi had hung up.

Yamamoto was frozen as he stood in the middle of the room, stiff as a corpse. Gokudera watched him, unsure if he should be the one to break the silence or not. His coffee sat forgotten on the table.

Finally, Yamamoto seemed to unfreeze and slowly turned around. He looked down at his feet, not meeting Gokudera's gaze. Gokudera stared at him expectantly, deciding that he'd better let Yamamoto explain himself before he jumped to any conclusions.

There was silence for a long time before Yamamoto finally spoke up.

"G-Gokudera, I… I don't really know what came over me there… I…" Yamamoto paused, his eyes steeling up before he seemed to gain confidence and looked Gokudera right in the eye. "But I don't regret saying it! I-I think I love you, Gokudera."

Gokudera waited for the words to sink in, his brain being unusually slow at processing the information that he had just received. Love? Gokudera couldn't think of the last time he'd felt any kind of loving connection with someone. Sure, a lot of guys lusted after him, but he hadn't truly felt love since his mother had died when he was three.

Was that why it was so different being around Yamamoto? Did the man really love him? Well, he had said it on accident, which wasn't easy to do if you didn't mean it.

He realized Yamamoto was staring at him with a look of such desperation and fear that it tugged on Gokudera's heartstrings. The Italian wondered when the last time was that that had happened.

"Uh…" Gokudera struggled to find an answer he could give Yamamoto. He didn't want to tell the man something fake and break the man's heart more than he would if he just said no. How did he feel about Yamamoto?

Gokudera seriously thought about it. He thought about how he'd felt since he'd met Yamamoto, how the fluttering in his stomach had gone into a frenzy when the black-haired man had confessed to him. How he hadn't minded at all that Yamamoto had called him his boyfriend.

When he came to an answer, he looked Yamamoto right in the eye and felt his stupid stomach flutter again.

"I didn't really mind that you called me your boyfriend," Gokudera replied, proud that his voice wasn't shaking as much as his stomach. What the hell was it doing?! "I think I love you, too."

Yamamoto gaped at him, a look of genuine surprise on his face. It was like he hadn't expected Gokudera to feel the same way, and it was taking his brain a long time to process that he did.

Eventually, it did sink in, though, and a wide grin spread onto his face. Before Gokudera even knew what was happening, Yamamoto was tackling him in his chair and bringing their lips together in a happy kiss. Gokudera felt warmth spread through him as he kissed back, a small part of his brain wondering what had happened. When the hell did he find such joy in being with someone he'd only met two times?

But the thought was pushed out of his mind as Yamamoto pulled him up out of his chair and led him over to the couch. Gokudera let himself fall back, Yamamoto sitting next to him and cuddling into Gokudera's side. Yamamoto wrapped his arms around Gokudera and pushed his nose into the other's cheek.

"Being with you makes me feel normal," Yamamoto whispered into Gokudera's ear. "I don't have to pretend to be someone else around you."

Gokudera hummed and turned his head to bring Yamamoto into another soft kiss. He couldn't help but agree with the other. No longer did he have to hide how lonely he'd been, no matter how many different guys he'd slept with. No longer did he have to pretend he didn't still feel the rage and pain from being abandoned by his entire family. He could finally have someone he could love again.

Maybe that was what he'd been looking for all along.

"I think I like you abnormal," Gokudera whispered against Yamamoto's lips as they slowly broke apart for air. Yamamoto laughed and sent him a soft smile, making Gokudera's stomach flutter again.

Maybe there wasn't anything wrong with him. He was just in love.