Disclaimers: Don't own KHR or its characters.
Warnings: fluff, swearing.
Beta'ed by the amazing AmbiguousThoughts who is patient with me even in times of internet idiocy and brain-deadness...
11.18pm
[Hey Hibari, I was just wondering...]
"Hn?"
[Did you date anyone before you dated me?]
Hibari's heart flipped. The question hit way too close to home – no wonder Yamamoto was the ace of the baseball team. The image of Dino resurfaced in Hibari's mind, and following that was the memory of their too-recent kiss. Hibari had thought about telling Yamamoto, but he didn't want him to become worried. After all, there was nothing that he should be concerned about. Hibari's relationship with Dino was a subject of the past – over and done with.
At least, that was what it was supposed to be.
Hibari wasn't a fool. He was smart enough and had matured enough to know that a part of him still very much wanted Dino in his life. The way that he had reacted to the man's kiss was more than enough evidence of his feelings. That being said, Hibari was also aware that a tiny piece of him would always long for Dino. Dino had embedded himself into Hibari's being and there was nothing he could change about that. What he could change was the future that lied ahead, along with the person that the larger part of his heart cared for – and Hibari refused to let Dino get involved again. Not this time. Not after what Dino did to him. His feelings for Dino had to be forever be sealed up and buried deep down into a place where it would be nothing more than a sweet memory.
[Hibari...? You've gone quiet.]
"Ah." Hibari was brought away from his thoughts by Yamamoto's voice. "I was just...thinking."
[About what I asked you?]
"...yes," Hibari admitted quietly.
Yamamoto noticed the change in Hibari's tone of voice. [Hey... You know if you don't want to talk about it that's fine by me.]
"No. It's fine," Hibari quickly replied. It shouldn't bother me anymore.
...it really isn't supposed to bother me anymore.
Hibari began, "I'm not-"
They were interrupted by Hibari's bedroom door sliding open – no knocking or any warning beforehand. There was only one person in the Hibari household who would dare do such a thing.
It was the Skylark's father, Hibari Kaien.
The Hibari son quickly sat himself up from his bed, disconnected the line, and set his mobile phone behind him.
"Kyouya." Kaien stepped inside, sliding close the door behind him. The permanent frown was on his face as usual. "Who were you talking to so late at night?"
"A friend," the younger Hibari replied, not meeting his father's eyes. Lately, the tension between them had worsened. Since Kaien was never really home, the two barely exchanged two words in a week's time.
Kaien narrowed his eyes. "Male or female?"
"Male," his son simply said.
Kaien nodded, and continued. "Not so trained in his mannerisms isn't he? Does his family not teach him that it's rude to call people up at such a time?"
Probably not, because his father is a human being who actually cares about his son. "I was the one who told him to call."
"At this time?" Kaien's frown deepened. "You should be doing something productive – studying, for example. And what about training? Just because the school's having a break doesn't mean you can stop working."
"Yes, I know." You've repeated that to me since I was a child.
"Oh, do you? Then why were you on the phone when you're supposed to be studying? Are you sure you're not lying to me when you say this 'friend' of yours is male, Kyouya?"
"He's male," he assured in a bored manner.
The Skylark wanted to scoff. As if that makes any difference, Father, I've already slept with a man.
Bad move. Now he was thinking about Dino. Again. Damn.
"Who is he, exactly?" Kaien wanted to know, "I don't want you socializing with people below our family standards. I don't want anyone giving you bad influences."
The Hibari son remained silent. I'm sick of this.
"Look, Kyouya, dirty people will only taint our clan. You're still too immature to differentiate between the good and bad but, trust me, I know what I'm talking about. People of lower standards will never approach you without some pathetic motive. What if they're trying to take money from us, huh? Have you thought about that before?" Kaien continued. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, Son. I'm trying to help you here."
"..." I'm sick of all of it.
"You will not go around making Aiyana and I look bad by hanging around the lower-classes. Do you understand what I am saying? You will not disgrace our family name anymore than you already do with your petty fights at school. Really, when will you learn to control your emotions? It's all for your own good, you know? Why, when I was your age, I tell you, I never-"
Enough. Kyouya frowned, mumbling, "...will you stop?"
Kaien looked at his son. "What was that?"
"Just stop. Stop even trying to pretend that you care, because clearly you don't. All you care about is your stupid image and your precious whore." The Hibari son glared right into his father's eyes and spat, "It's disgusting."
Kaien's hand was immediately on Kyouya's collar, tightly gripping it. He spoke through clenched teeth, "Apologize, Son. Right now."
He shook his head. "No."
"Kyouya!" Kaien was on the verge of roaring with fury.
"Hit me. I don't care. I'm not sorry." Kyouya's sharp eyes were intense.
For a moment, Kaien really looked like he was going to punch his son across the jaw. But when he looked at Kyouya's face, something flickered within him and he let go.
The Skylark, who had been fully expecting a hit, was more or less confused. But when he saw his father's expression, he'd never seen anything so cold – so unfeeling.
"You disappoint me," Kaien said simply, before he left the room, closing the door silently. There were no loud slams, no violence, no shouting. It felt almost anticlimactic.
But, somehow, that was worse. That short, brief encounter between them was worse than any argument they ever had. Kyouya would rather have his father hit him than...than this.
Because even worse than anger and hatred was indifference.
That was it. His father simply did not care about him enough to feel anything. Kaien would've yelled at him or hit him or at least showed some emotion if he cared for Kyouya. But he didn't. Kaien did not see the younger Hibari as his son. The Skylark wondered whether he ever did.
And he knew it shouldn't hurt him, but it did – and not in the way that Hibari thought it would. He thought the pain would be fierce and vicious, but all he felt was a horrible, physical hollow vacuum within him. It was sickening.
There was a sudden urge to hit something. Snatching his tonfas from their stand, Hibari walked up to the largest, most expensive vase in his bedroom and slammed at it with all his might. The empty vase shattered into tiny pieces, some of which cut Hibari's bare arm as it flew. But he didn't care. He saw the blood but did not feel the pain.
Hibari threw his tonfas violently against the wall before he clutched his head with both hands, breathing harshly. Blood trickled down his arm from one of the cuts and dripped onto the floor. Hibari ground his teeth in frustration and gripped the wounds, not caring that he would bruise them. In fact, that would be even better. Why should he care how injured his body was when his only family didn't?
Nobody. Nobody cares.
He gripped his own arm tighter and felt his fingertips go numb from the loss of circulation. He was furious. Hibari was angry and upset and boiling with fury. His hands clenched and unclenched repeatedly, and his entire frame quivered with the mere force of emotion. He wanted to scream, yell, destroy and break, break, break into a thousand pieces just like that vase.
Then all of sudden his phone beeped. At the corner of his sight, he saw his mobile flashing.
There was a text from Yamamoto.
In a rush, a wave of surprising tranquility came over Hibari and he was suddenly calm. Bitter, but calm. Yamamoto seemed to have the ability to do that to him. The mere presence of him was a shower of peace.
Hibari exhaled. Slowly, he picked up the mobile and opened the message.
[What happened? Are you okay?]
The Skylark felt a thick lump form in his throat.
He cares.
For a moment, Hibari felt as though he would spill over. Everything was bubbling up inside him and he wanted to let it all go – the way he never felt loved by his father, how he always had been so lonely in his isolation, the past of his heartbreak – he wanted to let all of it go. Frantically, Hibari began typing on his cell phone everything he had on his mind, pressing so hard into each key it was a wonder the phone didn't crack under the pressure.
However, all of a sudden, Hibari stopped. Then, he deleted everything he just typed and replaced it with a simple:
[Nothing – just a connection failure. I'm fine, just going to sleep.]
And Hibari was glad that text could not convey emotion, because everything he wrote to Yamamoto was a lie. It wasn't 'nothing', and he was definitely not 'fine'.
But Hibari didn't want to tell Yamamoto. As much as he needed to release his pent up emotions, he didn't want Yamamoto to hear them. He didn't want Yamamoto to know this side of him – it was too weak and too vulnerable and...pitiful. And the last thing he wanted was Yamamoto's pity.
A text came back from Yamamoto: [Alright, goodnight then! Call me if you can't sleep.]
Sighing, Hibari set his phone down on the bed. He felt slightly guilty for not telling Yamamoto the truth, but he just couldn't. He didn't want Yamamoto to know about all of his pathetic issues and he didn't want Yamamoto to perceive him in a sympathetic way. That would only make everything worse.
Hibari would recover; on his own and in his own way. Alone – as he always had been.
Grabbing his coat, Hibari exited the house through his window.
8.59am
Yamamoto woke up the next morning feeling less confused than he ever was since the entire Gokudera-Hibari affair began. After he realized that he was in love with two people, Yamamoto definitely had more conflict. But, he also finally understood why it was so difficult for him to choose. And he could feel it inside him that, eventually, he would be able to make things right. It would kill a part of him inside, of course; but for some reason, something settled within Yamamoto that he would eventually be able to make a decision.
The baseball player had gone for his morning run to clear his mind for the day before he took a long refreshing shower, thinking of the two people he loved. They were incredible in so many different ways, and he couldn't possibly compare them. Using reason and logic, Yamamoto discovered, would not work in this situation. He didn't understand why he ever thought he could rely on those factors. It was all about his instincts – and based on that, Yamamoto trusted that he would make the right decision.
Yamamoto was more at peace. Yes, he was aware that he was a mere month away from partial heartbreak – but somehow, he could accept it. He wouldn't try to force the two people he loved to elongate their endurance for his selfishness – when the time finally came, he would take the pain.
The difficulty remaining was that he didn't want to hurt any of the two – and that was, really, Yamamoto's one true concern.
Yamamoto's lips tightened around the corners, the stress falling upon him once again. How will I ever make it up to them...?
But when he stepped out of the bathroom door and found no one else but a certain unexpected silvernette sitting on his bed with a rare smile on that face, Yamamoto's heart warmed.
"Surprise." Gokudera gave him a cheeky wave. "Morning, baseball idiot."
Yamamoto chuckled before launching himself on top of Gokudera and toppling both of them onto the bed. Gokudera laughed at the attack, wrapping his arms around Yamamoto's neck. Yamamoto couldn't resist kissing the other's cheek. He murmured, "Someone's in a good mood today..."
"Who says I'm in a good mood?" Gokudera poked him. "You ruined everything. I was planning to wake you up with my super spontaneous surprise visit, but oh no, you had to go and be a baseball moron and already went out running before I even arrived." Gokudera pouted. Yamamoto found it adorable. He leaned in to kiss Gokudera on his other cheek but Gokudera playfully pushed his face away. Yamamoto smirked and countered by clasping both of Gokudera's hands above his head. With those hands immobile, Yamamoto stole the kiss on the cheek he was originally aiming for – elongating it just to get back at the silvernette.
After the kiss, Yamamoto let go of Gokudera's hand but still remained lying on top of the other. "So what's the special occasion?"
"Nothing really." Gokudera shrugged easily. A faint smile was painted on his lips. "I just woke up early and thought of you."
Yamamoto wondered whether Gokudera knew just how sweet he was behaving – was he doing it deliberately? More importantly, was Gokudera aware of what sort of effect this adorable attitude of him was having on the baseball player?
Yamamoto decided he wanted Gokudera to be aware. So he kissed him.
If Gokudera was taken by surprise, it was a pleasant one, and the silvernette melted right into Yamamoto's lips. Gokudera's kiss, Yamamoto noticed, was tinged with the scent of tobacco and a rich, bitter taste of coffee. Yamamoto, on the other hand, had a fresh shampoo and soapy fragrance to him that Gokudera enjoyed.
Subconsciously, Gokudera's hand slid up Yamamoto's neck and ran through his hair. As though that had flipped a switch, the lovable, soft kiss delved into heavy desire. Before either of them knew it, their tongues were wrestling passionately and Yamamoto's hands were up exploring Gokudera's body beneath his shirt.
"Nn... Yama-" Gokudera broke off in a quiet gasp when Yamamoto's fingers found the top of his chest.
"Gokudera," Yamamoto breathed, moving his lips to kiss the silvernette's neck and loving the way his skin felt beneath his lips and hands. He tweaked Gokudera's nipple and the petite form writhed beneath him, letting slip a tiny moan.
Oh, this is bad. This is... This has to stop before…
Gokudera pulled Yamamoto's face back towards himself and sealed his lips with a tongue-baiting, lustful kiss. Yamamoto's body pressed harder onto Gokudera's own, and the two males moaned simultaneously.
Fingers digging into the other's shoulders, Gokudera breathily whispered, "Yamamoto..."
Okay, this is really has to stop. Now.
"Goku-" Yamamoto stole another kiss, before he forced himself to pull away. "Gokudera."
"Nnh...?" Gokudera looked up at him, emerald eyes sparkling with passion. The silvernette was panting with his face flushed red, wet lips parted, and with his shirt up revealing his slim body.
It took all the willpower Yamamoto had to resist him. "Gokudera, we have to stop."
"Why?" Gokudera almost pouted.
Yamamoto couldn't stop himself from kissing Gokudera quickly just once more. Then, he forced himself to sit up and, reluctantly, removed himself from Gokudera's body. "If we continue I'd..."
"You would...?" Gokudera eyed him with those hungry emerald eyes, trailing his fingertips down Yamamoto's torso, a devilish grin on his face.
Damn it, don't tempt me...Yamamoto closed his eyes, mumbling, "My dad."
Gokudera sat up and leaned his head to one side. "Hm?"
"My dad's downstairs," Yamamoto tried to explain. "And I... If we continue I'm not sure if I can... Um... Stop myself. So..."
Gokudera raised a brow before his face split into an amused smile. "You're blushing, baseball idiot."
"Don't tease me." Yamamoto smiled back as he leaned in and pecked Gokudera on his forehead.
"Shut me up with a kiss?" Gokudera dared, smirking.
To which Yamamoto laughed and pulled the silvernette onto his lap. Gokudera sunk comfortably into his arms, that playful smirk still on his face.
Yamamoto pressed his forehead to Gokudera's, before he darted out his tongue and lapped, once, at the inner part of Gokudera's top lip. He grinned. "There."
"Tease," Gokudera muttered, before he jerked Yamamoto's chin towards himself and kissed him passionately as if to show Yamamoto what he should've done.
Yamamoto chuckled into the kiss and wrapped his arms around Gokudera's waist to pull him closer, pressing that slim body to his own athletic form.
Ah, here we go again...
11.18am
"Kyouya..."
Hibari's eyes were closed, but he could feel the essence around him. There was that light scent of perfume, a soft, gentle voice and...
There was warmth. It was soothing, calming and so, so comfortable. It made him feel at home. It allowed him to feel that he had a core – a place he could put weight on.
It was the warmth that Hibari loved.
It was the warmth that belonged specifically to only one person.
"Dino..." Hibari breathed his name.
What shocked him out of his sleep, however, was the voice that answered back, "I'm here."
Hibari's eyes flew open and he immediately snapped his head towards the source of that voice – and sure enough, there he was. Dino Cavallone – as tall, blonde and as handsome as he always had been.
"What are you-" Hibari paused, sat up, and looked around. He was on a bed in what he suspected was a hotel room, and Dino was sitting next to him, holding his hand. Hibari snatched his hand away. "Where am I?"
"Hotel room – I'm currently staying here," Dino replied.
Hotel room. With Dino.
No, this is not good at all.
"I'm leaving," Hibari announced, beginning to move off the bed.
Dino grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Kyouya, wait."
"No." Hibari tried to pull his arm away, but Dino's grip was firm. "Let go!"
"Kyouya, please, listen to me... Hear me out just this once...," Dino pleaded softly. His voice sounded genuinely heartbroken.
Hibari hated that there was a painful jab reaction in his chest to that tone of Dino's. He shouldn't care, and he wouldn't. Not looking at Dino, Hibari spoke in his coldest voice, "Why should I? Why should I listen? Why should I care? After what you did... I..."
Hibari had tried to keep his cool. He had tried to contain his voice. But he was shaking – his hands, his voice, and his heart. They were trembling. Dino noticed right away. He tried to pull Hibari into his arms, but Hibari stiffened himself and resisted. He would not allow himself any sort of intimacy with Dino. It was too risky – too dangerous.
Dino let go of him, hurt. He spoke quietly, "Okay... I understand. You don't have to listen. You have every right to be mad at me."
Hibari crossed his arms and turned away. Those brown eyes would get to him if he slipped up and looked into them.
Dino continued, "But...please, at least tell me what's going on. I'm worried about you."
This confused the Skylark. "What do you mean, 'what's going on'?"
"I found you sleeping in the park at two in the morning... What's wrong?"
So that's how I got here. Hibari reeled last night's events in his head. Argument with my father, I got frustrated so I left home to take a walk and...I probably fell asleep.
The Skylark shook his head. "Nothing."
"That's a lie," Dino immediately responded.
"What?" Hibari did turn to look at him this time.
Huge mistake. Those brown eyes of Dino's were deeper and warmer than ever. "Kyouya... I know you. You go to that park whenever something's wrong – I would've taken you back to your house if I didn't know that."
Hibari bit his bottom lip, averting his gaze. "It's...none of your business."
Dino went silent then – and for one betraying moment, Hibari felt guilty for possibly hurting him with his words. He clenched his fists and willed the emotion away.
He could go and suffer in hell for all I care.
...the only problem was that it wasn't true. Hibari cared, and he knew it. He would always care.
Dino had climbed onto the bed and sat next to the Skylark. Surprisingly, for once, Hibari didn't move away. Yes, Dino had hurt him terribly. But Hibari still, perhaps foolishly, trust that the man he once loved would never force anything he truly did not want upon him.
And, in hindsight, that scared him...because Dino had forced a kiss on him only just recently. Which only meant that either Dino was not the man Hibari thought he was, or...
Hibari didn't want to even consider it.
Deep in his thoughts, Hibari did not notice that Dino was now holding his hand. And before he could pull away once again, Dino murmured softly, "It's your father, isn't it?"
Hibari felt his heart ache horribly. Most of the pain was from the damage his father had been causing his entire life. The other small part, however, hurt because he realized just how well Dino knew him.
I've never told him.
I've never told anyone.
"How..." Hibari turned to face him. He couldn't finish the sentence, but Dino already knew what he was trying to say.
"There were a few other things, but you always had this look in your eyes whenever I mentioned him... It's not hard for me to tell," Dino explained in a gentle voice, the hand on Hibari's rubbing soothing circles with its thumb. His brown eyes gazed into Hibari, "Just how long have you been enduring all this pain...?"
Hibari felt his throat tighten.
Don't.
Dino lifted his other hand to stroke the back of Hibari's head, ever so softly murmuring, "You can let it go. I won't ask you any questions – you don't have to tell my anything if you don't want to. But you should know that you don't have to keep it all to yourself. Let it go."
Hibari's eyes were burning. There was a dry lump in his throat.
Don't.
Do. Not. Cry.
I forbid it – not now, not in front of him...I don't want to be so pathetic that he has to-
"I won't pity you. It won't change my opinion of you." Dino looked right into Hibari's eyes. "I'll just be here – for as long as you want, Kyouya."
And that was all Hibari needed to collapse.
And this time, when Dino pulled him into his arms, Hibari didn't refuse.
Hibari couldn't remember the last time he cried. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so weak, so exposed and yet...so relieved. It couldn't be helped. Dino knew him in such a way and to such an extent that there were no other options but to let go – and there couldn't be any place more comforting that being folded within the arms of the only person he ever loved.
Dino couldn't hear anything apart from the occasional gasping for breath. Hibari cried silently – no sound was emitted; only tears and body trembles were evident of his pain. Dino held him carefully, embracing him just enough for him to be comforted. A huge part of him longed to pull Hibari into his lap and press their bodies together so that he could fully hold the Skylark close – but Dino knew he couldn't step over any lines. He wasn't going to take advantage of Hibari's weakness.
They said nothing throughout the entire time. They didn't need to. Words weren't necessary when two people knew each other as thoroughly as they did.
And for a short while, with Hibari's head on Dino's shoulders, it felt like they were lovers once again.
But the moment was short-lived. As soon as Hibari regained his composure, he pulled away and broke their contact entirely. They were back to being two people who used to be in love. It was one of the saddest things.
Hibari wiped at his face with the back of his hand, before he looked at Dino, no longer afraid to meet him eye-to-eye. Preparing himself for whatever the answer may be, Hibari finally asked the question he never allowed himself to – in fear of the reply, and in fear of falling.
"Why did you leave?"
Hibari couldn't believe it.
Dino was the successor of a mafia family – and not just any random mafia family, but one of the strongest and most influential families in Italy. With a pang, Hibari realized that this was the reason why he always had found Dino's surname Cavallone so familiar. In the past, the Hibari Clan had even been in contact with the Japanese branch of the Cavallone famiglia. But Hibari never considered making the connection. To him, Dino was a clumsy gap student who was finding funds for proper medical training – who would've thought that such a bright, good-hearted man was the only son of the head of a deadly mafia family?
"My parents sent me to Japan to keep me undercover. No one was supposed to know that I'm the successor – it was too dangerous," Dino explained. "But when my father got sick, someone leaked the information to opposing families."
"...you never told me," Hibari mumbled. Two years they were together, and for all that time, Dino kept all of this from him?
"I couldn't – I wanted to, Kyouya, but I couldn't. It wasn't safe – for both you and I." Dino never broke eye contact throughout the whole time he was speaking. "My dad's right-hand man was murdered a year ago. That was when they called me back to Italy to be under the protection of my family."
"That was when you left." Hibari was bitter. Yes, part of him understood that family matters were important, that Dino had no choice but to leave. But the other, irrational part of him still felt...terribly betrayed.
Couldn't he have at least told me? Didn't he trust me? And couldn't he have at the very least left me some sort of way to contact him? After such a night as well…
...did you not miss me at all?
The expression showed on the Skylark's face.
Dino grabbed Hibari's hand. "Kyouya... I didn't want to leave you. I thought about you all the time. I-"
"You never even called." Hibari shook his head.
"I wanted to. I wanted to, so badly...," Dino murmured. "But I couldn't let anyone know about you. It wasn't safe. If anything was to happen to you I would..." Dino's voice broke off. His hand gripped Hibari's harder.
Hibari found himself shaking his head. This doesn't make sense. If it was that dangerous then why come back? Why come back now? ...just when Yamamoto was beginning to fill up that hole you left...
As if reading his thoughts, Dino continued, "I wasn't strong enough back then. If something happened I would've been completely helpless. So I went through training back in Italy – lots and lots of training every single day. Then by the time my father finally got better and he sent me back to Japan to handle the Japanese branch... It was a month ago. The first thing I wanted to do was to come see you. But from the way I left you, I didn't dare to. I was scared. What if you hated me and didn't want to see my face again? What if you moved on? What if, what if..."
Dino trailed off and sighed. "I was a coward, Kyouya. But then, when I saw you at Fujiyoshida, I knew I couldn't do it anymore. I missed you too much to stay away from you any longer. I'm selfish for that, but I just can't stand not having you in my arms."
Hibari hated himself for the happiness that bubbled up within him. All this time, he thought he had done something wrong and made Dino leave. He thought Dino had found somebody else. He thought Dino had just been playing him. But now that he knew Dino never forgot about him...
Hibari knew he shouldn't be okay with this. He should be furious with Dino for acting the way he did, for leaving him in such a horrible manner, for not being a man enough to come see him even when they were both in Japan...
But all Hibari could feel was warmth. And he hated it and loved it all the same.
"Kyouya, please..." Dino's brown eyes were molten caramel when they looked at the Skylark. He whispered, "I'm so sorry for leaving you, but please, give me a chance."
Hibari automatically shook his head – the hurt he had been through had scarred him, and Hibari learned from his mistakes. "I can't."
I cannot go through another night of that again. I cannot allow myself to fall so low all over again.
Dino looked broken. "Kyouya..."
"Don't." Hibari rolled in his lips and turned away. He couldn't look into Dino's brown eyes without crumbling. Even Dino's mere presence was too much for him to handle. Hibari pulled his hand away from Dino and started to get off of the bed. "I have to go."
"Kyouya," Dino hugged him from behind, burying his face into the younger's shoulders. Through a muffled voice he murmured, "Please..."
Hibari couldn't move. He did not have the energy, or the resolve, to pull away. He just stood there as stiff and as silent as a statue, hoping that it might harden his heart as well.
Dino tightened his arms around him. "I wrote letters... Hundreds of them. I would write them whenever I missed you and then I would burn them. I begged my right-hand man, Romario, countless of times to call you, to fly here and see you just for one single night. I was even on my knees begging him – but he would remind me of the consequences that could've happened and stopped me."
Hibari clenched his fists and closed his eyes. Don't let it affect you.
Dino continued, "I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. All I could think about was you, how I'd left you, and how I'd failed you. I couldn't concentrate on my training. I was lifeless – I missed you so much. Every time I was alone I would remember your scent, the way your body felt in my arms, your voice, your smile, your skin, the way you called my name, how you blushed... I would remember our every kiss, every embrace, and every single time it killed me not to be here with you..."
"Dino, stop," Hibari murmured quietly, turning around to face him. "I-"
Dino kissed him. Hibari's heart dropped to his ankles.
Hibari wanted to push away but his hands and arms were all of a sudden powerless. His knees were rendered weak, and he was putty in Dino's hold. With their lips locked together, Dino took his breath away.
And the thing was that Dino wasn't even being forceful. This wasn't a harsh, possessive kiss like the one before. This kiss was gentle, soft and slow. It was a persuasion; it was Dino pleading for his forgiveness.
Hibari found it untenable.
That was why when Dino eventually broke the kiss and looked at him with those sad yet forever-loving puppy-brown-eyes, Hibari was terrified.
The young Skylark pushed away and literally sprinted out of the room, slamming the door behind him, full-force, and kept running still.
Because Dino was a threat – and, for once, that scared him.
12.36pm
"They're so green."
"Hm?" Gokudera turned to look at Yamamoto who was laying beside him on the bed, those brown eyes gazing at him. "What are?"
"Your eyes."
Gokudera was amused. "You look so intrigued."
"I am." Yamamoto nodded, smiling as he stared deeper into Gokudera's eyes. "They're like emeralds."
Gokudera chuckled. "Stop staring so much. If I was Medusa you would be completely turned into stone by now – as in, to the very core."
"I might be willing to," Yamamoto flirted with a cheeky grin.
"You're an idiot." Gokudera rolled his eyes, turning his back to Yamamoto.
Yamamoto laughed, toying with Gokudera's hair. "Who did you get them from?"
"Hm?"
"Your eyes. Your hair, too. I've never seen anyone with silver hair," Yamamoto mused, before he paused. "Oh wait. Squalo has silver hair too. But then he has blue eyes – yours are green. It's a strange combination."
Gokudera rolled back around to face Yamamoto with a little smile. "Ah... I got mine from my mom. She had silver hair."
Yamamoto's expression immediately softened. "I bet she was a beautiful woman."
Gokudera nodded, "She was. She had long, wavy silver hair down to her waist. I remember messing with it when she was trying to teach me how to play the piano."
Yamamoto reached out and brushed a strand of hair from Gokudera's forehead, the back of his fingers gently caressing his cheek. He knew that this was a sensitive subject for Gokudera – and it spoke volumes that Gokudera would be this open with him about it.
"What about your eyes? Did they come from your mother too?" Yamamoto asked.
Gokudera shook his head. "Nah, I think they're from my dad. My sister has them, too, so they must've come from my dad."
"Oh, so your dad doesn't have green eyes?"
"Not really... In some lights, maybe." Gokudera surprised himself by how calm and collected he sounded. Usually, any mentioning of his family would have him up in a tight, irritable mess – but somehow, with Yamamoto, he was able to talk about the matter with a cool head. It was amazing. Even the subject of his father was touchable – now that was a first. Was it because he had been away from that man for some time or was it just Yamamoto's natural ability to tranquilize everyone around him?
Then all of a sudden, it struck Gokudera that maybe – just maybe – he could tell Yamamoto about his father. Gokudera had never spoken about it to anyone apart from Bianchi, and even that was only because she witnessed it. Up to this point, Gokudera never uttered a word on the matter – fellow Dynamites had suspected but he never gave them any confirmation.
But he wanted to tell Yamamoto. And he knew it would be okay.
Taking one deep breath, Gokudera began, "Hey, Yama-"
DING-DONG.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted him.
Yamamoto ignored it. "What were you saying?"
Gokudera rolled in his lips. "Oh, nothing, it's just that I wanted to tell you-"
"Takeshi! Your friend's here to see you," Yamamoto Tsuyoshi, the baseball player's father, cheerfully called out from downstairs, interrupting Gokudera once again.
Yamamoto was confused. He sat up and called back down to his dad, "Who is it?"
It took a moment before his father replied, "...Hibari Kyouya-kun, he says."
The name struck like lightning.
Gokudera shot up from the bed, emerald eyes wide. "What the hell? Were you expecting him today?"
"No." Yamamoto shook his head, equally flustered. "I didn't expect to see either of you."
Tsuyoshi called back up once again, "I'm sending him up there, okay?"
"Shit." Gokudera swore a blue streak, "Shit shit shit, what the fuck am I supposed to do, climb out of the bloody window?"
"No, you can't, we're too high up." Yamamoto panicked. Even if Hibari has no idea about his relationship with Gokudera, the Skylark had the eyes of a falcon. Yamamoto was sure that if Hibari saw them together, he would know something was up right away. Pretending that Gokudera was just a normal friend over for a visit was out of the question. The prefect was way too sharp for that and both Yamamoto and Gokudera knew it.
"Then what?" Gokudera was glaring at him.
At a loss, Yamamoto could do nothing else but pull Gokudera into the bathroom. "Maybe you can hide in here for now?"
"Seriously?" Gokudera looked at Yamamoto in disbelief. Then, when Yamamoto gave him no reply, those emerald eyes changed into something harder – something closer to anger. "Are you fucking kidding me? ...Yamamoto!"
"I'm sorry, Gokudera, I- I don't know what else to do," Yamamoto looked like a lost puppy. Hurriedly, he apologized to Gokudera once again, before he shut the bathroom door.
A second later, Hibari Kyouya entered the room.
Yamamoto made a mental sigh of relief.
"Hibari," Yamamoto began, smiling at his lover. "I didn't know you were- whoa."
Taking Yamamoto fully by surprise, Hibari took three sharp strides towards him before the Skylark hugged him close, resting his head on Yamamoto's shoulders. Hibari's fingers, Yamamoto noticed, were trembling.
Yamamoto softened, hugging the prefect back. "Hibari...are you okay?"
"Hibari...are you okay?"
No. I'm not okay. How can I be okay when just one stupid kiss can shake me up this much?
Hibari hugged Yamamoto tighter, and Yamamoto automatically raised a hand to smooth the back of his head. Hibari snuggled into him, into Yamamoto's comforting warmth like a baby bird nudging itself into its mother's nest. Then, he sighed, finally calmed. Yamamoto truly was his shower of peace. All of his jumbled up thoughts settled into place and Hibari was back to being himself once again.
That was one of the many things Hibari adored about Yamamoto. Whenever he was with him, Hibari always felt grounded – as though he could feel where his core stood. Yamamoto had that way of allowing him to be completely himself, fully in his own shell. With Yamamoto, there was no longer a fear of being broken, only the comfort of his arms.
Hibari often compared Yamamoto to a lukewarm bath – because that was exactly how Yamamoto made him feel: tranquilized, relaxed, and refreshed as though he was living in a worry-free world. His troubles would melt away, leaving a tingling desire underneath his skin.
Desire. Out of nowhere, the emotion rose within him, and Hibari found himself all of a sudden yearning for Yamamoto's touch.
"Yamamoto..." Hibari looked up at him, moving his arms to wrap around Yamamoto's neck.
"Hm?" If Yamamoto sensed the changed vibe, he didn't show it. Those dark chocolate eyes were nothing but innocent as they looked into Hibari's piercing dark orbs.
Thus, always the one who never held back, Hibari took the initiative and sealed his lips to Yamamoto's.
Yamamoto was clearly taken aback at first, but naturally responded to his lover's kiss all the same. However, today, Yamamoto's slow and gentle ways just did not cut it for Hibari.
The Skylark wanted more, and he was going to get more.
Switching to predator-mode, Hibari held Yamamoto's face with one hand and kissed him hungrily, sucking and nibbling mercilessly on Yamamoto's bottom lip. The Skylark was determined to trigger Yamamoto's desire, and thus, did not hold back in his seduction. Hibari's tongue was in Yamamoto's mouth, with every ounce of that lithe body pressed right up against him, fingers running through his hair. The kiss that was initially soft and warm had turned into a burning hot, passion-filled battle – dominated by none other than the Skylark himself.
Breaking away from the kiss to bite Yamamoto's neck, Hibari whispered into Yamamoto's ear, hot breath blowing down the nape of Yamamoto's neck, "...I want you."
Yamamoto wouldn't have been a man if he wasn't turned on.
Unable to hold back any longer, Yamamoto pushed Hibari against the wall and sealed their lips together once again in a lustful, erotic kiss driven solely by animalistic instincts. Hibari moaned, responding with equal aggression, arching his back and digging his fingertips into Yamamoto's shoulders.
No matter where the desire came from, it was definitely here now – and it was only growing stronger, harder and hotter still.
"Nnh...," Hibari hummed pleasantly when Yamamoto slid a hand up his shirt, arching his body closer to the other.
"Hibari...," Yamamoto breathed, completely absorbed by this beautiful lustful creature before him as he leaned in to kiss Hibari's lips time and time again.
And unknowingly, with every kiss and every touch from the Skylark, Yamamoto's thoughts dissipated and slipped away...
– including ones about a certain green-eyed silvernette who sat in his bathroom, hearing every single thing.
A/N: Uh-oh, slight cliff hanger here~ Yes, there will be upcoming conflict – and yes, Yamamoto's being a total *insert whatever bad name you can come up with* right now. But hey, at least he's not doing it intentionally... :3
To clear things up with issues concerning Yamamoto's character: I am aware that some people may portray Yamamoto as a total saint/god who would never do something like date two guys at the same time as he does in this fic. But I see him as a good-hearted teenager – and being a teenager (and a human), he makes mistakes and he couldn't always control his emotions to do the right thing. Sometimes he doesn't even know what the 'right thing' is. But he IS trying his best, and he really isn't intentionally trying to hurt anyone – at least I hope that was how I conveyed him. So don't be too harsh on him, ne? :3 (in other words: feel free to slam him all you want, but please don't hate him ;P)
As usual, your support and reviews are so amazing and I love all of you for reading this fic! :D THANK YOU SO MUCH! *cuddles* Have a wonderful holiday, all of you~