The update of the first chapters is gonna be a bit faster since I have them mostl written out, just need to type them and expand a bit... so here's the second chapter, short but sweet. Gokudera's POV this time, I'll be switching it a bit in this fanfic to go enough in-depth with both of them. Hope you like it, reviews are mighty welcome.

'Tch… that yakyuu-baka… at least he didn't notice I've been watching…'

Gokudera could never forgive himself for being so reckless if Yamamoto would find out his secret... but again, he found himself incapable to restrain himself from coming here day after day, watching the rain guardian's every practice, observing his muscles strain as he kept throwing, hitting, catching and running with such an amazing energy that never seemed to run out. He could tell that the raven-haired teen was the driving force of the Namimori middle baseball team; not only was he currently the best player on the team, but his energy, excitement and endeavours inspired everyone else to do their best as well, and gave them hope and elation to do better than they even thought they could. And... after the practice, he would change his shirt in the setting sun, revealing his lightly tanned athletically sculptured torso glistening with tiny pearl-like beads of sweat...

In the secure shelter of the trees and bushes, Gokudera's cheeks turned a light pinkish-red shade as another practice passed with him hiding in the shadows. The lines of his eyes softened at the sight of his favourite baseball player undressing in the sun, and as a silent gasp escaped his lips after forcing them to part, the corners of his mouth curved into a bittersweet smile.

A sight only the privacy of his secret hideout ever witnessed.

'Dammit, Yamamoto... yakyuu-baka...'

He hated his guts for making him feel that way.

To feel something so wrong, something that would never be accepted by his family, something that will always be looked down on... something that would cause most of the people to avert their eyes in disgust and call him a freak of nature... 'What would the juudaime say if he knew I held such feeling for that yakyuu-baka...?'

He hated him, hated from the bottom of his heart for rousing this unnatural desire in him, this longing for those luscious lips that stretched into one of those gleaming smiles that always made his day... this crawling for a single touch of his tanned silky soft skin covering, this sick desire to have his strong arms wrapped around himself...

He hated him, hated for making him love him.

The silver-mane bomber averted his eyes from the subject of his affection who was leaving the court, bathing bashfully in the warm light of the sun diving behind the horizon, painting the world in the most enticing shades of orange and red. He tried his best to hide the grimace of pain that forced his way onto his face, and covered it up with anger before he left his sanctuary. If not for anything else, at least his signature hateful expression was useful for covering up his torment.