A Promise in a Ring

by AdaraLove

Sequel to Washing Rain. Christmas time is approaching and Yamamoto feels that Gokudera is trying to push him away. Yamamoto is determined to find the perfect gift that truly conveys his feelings for the other boy but will Gokudera accept it or run away?

11. Chapter 11

A/N: Ok guys, here it is, and it's a long one! I really want to thank everyone for sticking with this story, be them reviewer or regular viewer. You guys are really awesome!

Also, I want to thank leopardstarismyleader for the awesome edits she helped me with!

Since this chapter is so long, I decided to opt out of writing a sims story for the end. If you guys really want me to write another one, I can write it at the beginning of the next chapter's author note, since that one won't have a sims story either (but I will be discussing something at the end). So just drop me a review if you want another sims story =), that and I would really like some feedback for this chapter! I put crazy amounts of time into it and I would really like to hear what you guys think of it. I want to know if I have written all the emotions correctly or if it's too long or what not.

Other than that, this chapter is rated M for some very heated scenes at the end (nudge, nudge, wink, wink), so if you don't like to read stuff like that, I apologize in advance, but you can skip the rest of the chapter then (but you will miss out on some dialogue, so I apologize once again). It will be obvious when those scenes start.

With that, I hope this chapter is to everyone's liking and I hope you enjoy it!

Part 11

The sun was starting its slow descent towards the horizon as Yamamoto and Gokudera entered the taller teen's bedroom once again, encasing the room in its soft orange glow from the bedroom window. Yamamoto couldn't help but be saddened by the sight, as it reminded him of how late it was, and that Gokudera would probably be leaving soon. The young athlete's heart ached at the thought of the other leaving once again, leaving him once again.

Trying to distract himself from the familiar pain that he had become accustomed to in the last twenty four hours, Yamamoto walked over towards his bedside drawer, remembering why they had come there in the first place. As he was reminded of how weird his smaller companion was acting at the moment, and as the memory of his strange and awkward request replayed in the taller teen's mind, Yamamoto opened his bedside drawer and retrieved the letter and the promise ring that was entrusted to him by Gokudera Kazumi. The woman's presents felt heavy in his palms, despite their light weight; the promises held within them, the promises that he had been unable to keep, dragged his mood down even further as he felt the presence of the one he loved come up beside him.

Yamamoto didn't know why, but he tried to fake a smile, tried to show he was unaffected about what was going on (even though he was still unsure as to what Gokudera's objective was), as he turned towards Gokudera and held out the letter and ring for the other to take.

"Here you go, Gokudera." The raven-haired teen strained out in an unconvincingly happy voice. "You said you wanted to know where I put the letter and the ring so that you could look at them again, right?"

Of course, Yamamoto was just guessing as to what the silver-haired teen's motive was in knowing where the letter and the ring were kept. For all he knew, Gokudera just wanted to know that they were being kept in a safe place. Just because he couldn't accept the ring didn't mean he didn't care what happened to it and the letter. They were gifts from his mother, after all.

As Yamamoto continued to hold out Kazumi's gifts for his friend to take, the fake smile still plastered onto his face, Gokudera could only stare at the offered objects with a pained expression as thousands of different emotions hit him at once. He felt so mixed on what he was going to do. Fear, desire, anger, hope, all of these emotions and more bombarded him as he stared at the ring and the letter, the young bomber wishing that Yamamoto would stop smiling when it was obvious that just holding the presents were torture for him. Gokudera hated that it was because of him that Yamamoto was in pain now.

The silver-haired teen knew that the ring and the letter symbolized Yamamoto's feelings for him, and as he continued to stare down at those gifts, Gokudera thought it was like the other was holding his own heart in his hands and he was offering the smaller teen to take it. He was offering the other to take his heart and throw it back at him, like Gokudera had the night before and just hours prior.

The Storm Guardian's heart gave a painful twinge at the thought, and at the reason behind Yamamoto's current expression. No matter how badly he tried to fake it, it was still easy to see the fear and apprehension in the other's posture, like he was just waiting for Gokudera to stomp all over his feelings again.

It made Gokudera absolutely furious with himself.

With a little more force than deemed necessary, the irritated Storm Guardian ripped the letter and the ring from the other's hands, Yamamoto wincing a little at the abrupt action. More silence ensued as Gokudera stared down at the precious objects in his hands with an unfathomable expression on his face, Yamamoto shuffling his feet awkwardly before him as he rubbed the back of his neck, unsure of what he was supposed to do now.

Before Yamamoto could figure out what he was going to do, Gokudera was walking past him and up to his bedside table. There, he placed the letter back within and gently shut the drawer again as he clutched the promise ring in his left hand. Yamamoto watched on in awestruck silence as Gokudera stayed in his position with his back still turned towards him; the silver-haired teen seeming to be building himself up to do something as he held his clutched hand up before him, his body shaking as he stared down at the appendage that held the ring in its grasp.

Taking a deep, calming breath, Gokudera finally turned to face Yamamoto, the silver-haired teen's eyes alit with determination and still holding his fist up before him at chest level, right where his heart would be.

"I…" The smaller teen started out before he swallowed heavily, his voice more hesitant than what his expression would have anyone believe. Gokudera closed his eyes momentarily as he braced himself for what he was about to do. With more courage than what he had before, the silver-haired teen finally said what he had been planning to say since he had asked Yamamoto to show him the ring.

"I'm willing to accept the ring…if…if we can come to a compromise." Gokudera stated gently, his voice thick with determination, but also having a self-conscious air; like he knew that he was going to have to open himself, that he was going to have to expose himself and his weaknesses to Yamamoto even more, and that the very thought made him feel out of his comfort zone.

To say that Yamamoto was shocked was an understatement. All he could do was stare at the silver-haired teen with a dumbfounded look on his face, never expecting to hear the word 'compromise' leave the other's lips. So was this what Gokudera had been thinking of throughout dinner? Had the other actually taken his words to heart?

It was here that Yamamoto realized that Gokudera was waiting for an answer, the other glancing at him with hesitant expectancy. Since he was still shocked about Gokudera's suggestion, Yamamoto could only nod his head in silence, unable to find the words he wanted to say, but still intrigued by Gokudera's proposition nonetheless.

With the other's hazel eyes urging him on to explain, Gokudera took another deep breath before he began.

"I've…I've already told you that explaining to Reborn-san and the higher ups in the Vongola Family about how you want to take a year off for baseball would be difficult, if not impossible, unless you wanted to cut your ties to the Family indefinitely. And, truth be told, I really shouldn't give a shit, or care, for that matter since this is your business." The smaller teen grumbled out, his voice rough and cold.

Yamamoto knew it was all a façade though, that Gokudera was just trying to act tough for the moment. That still didn't stop the taller teen from frowning at the other's tone. The words still stung, even though they were just a cover up.

Seeing the other frown, Gokudera quickly continued, his words rushing out in embarrassment as a red flush came to his cheeks.

"W-Well, what I'm trying to say is that, you know…if I considered you as someone s-special to me…" The silver-haired teen stuttered out, practically choking on the word 'special' as it left his lips. "I might…consider helping persuade them to let you go for a year, or…something."

Hazel eyes scrunched up in confusion at Gokudera's words, the taller teen not quite understanding what the smaller teen was getting at. What did he mean, 'if he considered him special'? Didn't Gokudera consider him as someone important to him by now? They've been through so much together, how could he not? Well…the smaller teen had insisted on breaking up in the first place…No! He remembered the look in Gokudera's eyes that night. The silver-haired teen was torn about his decision…

Yamamoto brought a hand up to his aching head and rubbed the side of it, the look of confusion still on his face as he glanced in Gokudera's direction.

"Just…what are you getting at, Gokudera? I don't think I understand…"

"You're such an idiot." Gokudera let out under his breath, a semi-guilty look adorning his face. He knew that what he had said hadn't been a good explanation.

"It's just…" Gokudera started again, the fingers on his free hand combing through his hair in frustration as the other clenched the ring in his palm tighter. "I'm…I'm a horrible match for you. I call you names, I'm always yelling, I hardly ever tell you something straight to your face…" The silver-haired teen swallowed heavily as he felt himself beginning to choke up, the guilt he had felt for the past month overtaking him.

"You deserve someone so much better than me. I'm honestly surprised why you put up with someone like me in the first place!" The smaller teen finally yelled out. "All I do is hurt you, and I can't promise that I will never stop hurting you…I'm just not…I'm not good with things like this…with relationships. Not to mention, we're going to be applying to different colleges and we'll hardly be able to see each other… "

Now Yamamoto was even more confused, not to mention nervous, with where Gokudera was probably taking the conversation. At first, Gokudera had said he wanted to compromise, and then he said that he would help persuade the Little Guy about him leaving in a year if he considered him as someone special, and now he was telling him that he wasn't good enough for a relationship. It sounded like he was going drive the final nail into the coffin that contained his heart and completely throw him away. Why was Gokudera doing this to him again? Wasn't once, no, twice enough?

Quick to notice the look of pain on his companion's face, Gokudera was quick to continue. He didn't want Yamamoto to get the wrong impression; after all, he wasn't done explaining his compromise.

"W-What I'm trying to say is…" Gokudera shakily rushed out, the feisty bomber slowing down as he reached the end of his speech. "Even though I don't deserve you, and even though we will hardly get to see each other in college, I…I'll help you persuade Reborn-san to let you join the majors for a year if…if you're still willing to accept me back."

Yamamoto could feel his breath hitch and his eyes widen in complete surprise as he heard the smaller teen's plea. He had been so prepared for Gokudera to throw him away again, to restate that they couldn't be together no matter what he thought, that he hadn't expected for the other to actually ask if he would want him back. Yamamoto was completely speechless, almost believing that he had heard Gokudera incorrectly. After months of pushing him away and firmly believing that being together would only hurt them in the long run, Gokudera had changed his opinion on the matter in the span of an hour or so just because Yamamoto had yelled at him about the other being unwilling to compromise. Was he dreaming? Gokudera was so stubborn, so impassioned with what he believed in, that the only way this could happen so fast was if it was figment of his imagination. But as Yamamoto gazed into the silver-haired teen's passionate and desperate eyes from half-way across the room, he knew that it was real.

Gokudera wanted him back!

So much happiness and relief filled the taller teen in that moment that he didn't know what to do with himself. His body remained motionless, his feet frozen to the floor and unwilling to move. Yamamoto couldn't even speak, he was so ecstatic, but…he knew that there was something that still bothered him. He wanted, no, he needed something from Gokudera, and that need only intensified until it had completely overtaken the happiness he felt. Yamamoto was so confused by this drastic change that he felt lost, unsure of what it was that he needed before he could let Gokudera come back. He couldn't just accept the other back like the previous night never happened. Their fallout at the Christmas Eve party couldn't be erased just like that! Too many things had happened, and too many hurtful words had been said. Yamamoto knew that he just couldn't run over there and gather Gokudera up into his arms and forgive and forget, even though it felt like every fiber of his being wanted him to.

A serious expression overcame Yamamoto's features as he bit his lip and averted his eyes from Gokudera, the taller teen staring at the floor like it held the answer to the thing that he 'needed'. Yamamoto could hardly stand not knowing what it was that he wanted from the other, almost as much as his body couldn't stand being away from Gokudera for a second longer. He longed so terribly to hold Gokudera, to kiss him, to smile with him, that Yamamoto knew that if he didn't figure out what he needed from the other soon, he was going to go insane!

While this was going on, Gokudera watched on from Yamamoto's bedside as the shocked expression the teen had worn dissolved into one of seriousness. And as the taller teen's eyes strayed towards the ground, his bottom lip held between his teeth, Gokudera could feel his heart plummet with the other's gaze. The silver-haired bomber had been so certain that Yamamoto would only be too willing to accept him back—heck, even overenthusiastic about the idea!—but he had obviously given his desirability too much credit. The smaller teen felt sickened by his thoughts. The way Yamamoto was acting now was obviously because he was having second thoughts and doubts about their relationship, and Gokudera couldn't blame the other for behaving so. After all, he had been the one hurting Yamamoto for the past couple of months, he had been the one to break up with him just the night before, he had been the one to say horrible things to the other, and he had been the one to go on about how they could never be together and that it was for the best that they broke up. How could he have honestly expected Yamamoto to be willing to take him back just because he had a quick change of heart?

Of course, it also didn't help that he hadn't actually explained why he had changed his mind to the Rain Guardian, but did it really matter now when it was obvious that Yamamoto's answer was no? The silver-haired teen knew now that he had royally fucked things up between them. He had hurt Yamamoto too much for the other to even consider in taking him back.

And Gokudera hated himself for it.

Trying his best to hold back his self-loathing tears, Gokudera croaked out an, 'I see' and, 'I'm sorry', to let Yamamoto know he understood and that he wouldn't be bothering him anymore. Gokudera was used to these feeling after all, the feeling of loneliness and being unwanted, and in the end, didn't he deserve them?

As Gokudera briskly made his way past a still unmoving Yamamoto, desperate to not let the other see his tears fall, the smaller teen internally berated himself for his screw up. The other was too distraught to even realize that he still held the promise ring in his hand, the promise ring that no longer held a promise meant for him.

Before Gokudera could leave for good, before his hand could open the door, the sound of Yamamoto's voice stopped him. The taller teen had noticed the other leaving, and the despair in the other's voice. He couldn't just let Gokudera walk away from him again, not after he had finally figured out what he needed from him. So, in order to stop the silver-haired teen from leaving, Yamamoto did the only thing he could think of at the moment: by stating what was on his mind, what he felt deep down in his heart, in his very soul, for the other.

"I love you."

Those words were spoken barely above a whisper, almost breathless, and they stopped Gokudera in his tracks. Wet, jade-green eyes widened in surprise as the smaller teen froze in mid-motion, his free hand hovering above the door handle, completely speechless and unable to believe what he had heard. He had been so certain that Yamamoto didn't want him—No, no, he shouldn't get ahead of himself!

Gokudera shook his head vigorously to clear his thoughts. Just because Yamamoto had said that he loved him didn't mean that he wanted to take him back! After all, he loved Yamamoto too, but he had also broken up with him. They were just words. Beautiful, wonderfully horrible words, and even though they made his heart flutter with hope, Gokudera knew he had to wait and hear what Yamamoto said next before he could allow himself to believe.

As if he could sense his thoughts, Yamamoto went on to explain, the taller teen's voice thick with passion and, to Gokudera's surprise, pain.

"I…I've always loved you, Gokudera. Since our second year in middle school, all I could think about was how much I cared for you, how much I wanted you to feel the same way for me as well. I never imagined back then that you would willingly become my boyfriend, that you would actually want me. And now…just with what I've experienced with you this past year…I've come to realize just how much you mean to me. I…I can't begin to imagine, I don't even want to imagine, a life without you in it… but…"

And with that last, tense, word hanging between them, Gokudera could feel himself holding his breath. He knew that those three simple words were too good to be true. Nothing was ever simple, there always had to be a 'but', and all Gokudera could do was wait and hear Yamamoto out, to see if he could do anything that would change the taller teen's mind about him.

"But…" Yamamoto repeated again with a bitter laugh, his hazel eyes shaking with doubt and sorrow. "I'm not sure if I can promise myself to a relationship with you, not after you threw me away so easily. I…I don't think I can handle being hurt that way by you again."

Gokudera stiffened as he heard the taller teen's words, still facing away from the other. It took only a second for the despair and apprehension he felt to disappear and be replaced with hurt and anger. In a flash, he turned to face Yamamoto, his eyes ablaze and piercing as he glared into the other's sorrowful orbs.

"Easy…? Easy?" The smaller teen screamed in a dumbfounded manner, his eyes glistening with tears. "You thought that breaking up with you was easy? If it was so fucking easy then why did it take me so long to finally do it, huh? I would have done it months ago, but I couldn't! I couldn't because…I…I…"

The raven-haired teen stood completely dumbstruck as he witnessed his silver-haired companion turn his gaze away, tears falling down his cheeks and his fists clenched tightly against his sides as his body shook in anger. He didn't expect to see Gokudera react so emotionally, and Yamamoto couldn't help but feel guilty as he realized that what he had wanted to say hadn't come out right at all.

"I'm…I'm so sorry, Gokudera." Yamamoto murmured softly, hazel eyes shaking with remorse. "My words didn't come out right at all! I…I know it wasn't easy for you to break up with me, I saw that very clearly the night before. I just…I just meant that even though I want to be with you, I don't think I can unless I know for certain that you feel the same way for me too!"

"You're an idiot if you can't see that I do!" Gokudera yelled back as he wiped his eyes with the back of his hand in frustration, hating that he had succumbed to tears yet again. He swore that he had cried more in the last forty-eight hours than was humanly possible.

A small frown formed on Yamamoto's lips as he witnessed the distress his love interest was going through, disliking the fact that the other was reacting that way because of him. Still, that didn't change the fact that he believed he had a right to know how Gokudera felt about him. Sure, he had seen how the other acted around him, and actions usually spoke louder than words, but that didn't make the words themselves any less important.

"I want to hear how you feel about me, Gokudera. Please." The dark-haired teen explained further, his hazel eyes beseeching. "I know it's difficult, and I don't expect you to say it often, but I just want to hear it, if only once. If I hear it, then I would know. I would be certain of our relationship because I would have your word, Gokudera. So please, tell me…"

The feisty Italian's tears had finally stopped, but only due to the shock from Yamamoto's request. Fear slowly crawled into his gut as Gokudera thought the other's words over, the silver-haired teen afraid of what the taller teen wanted him to do. He had never said those words, those three stupid words, in his entire life. How did Yamamoto expect him to say them now? He…he didn't even know how to say them.

Gokudera felt so lost, so unsure of what to do, or to be more precise, on how to do it, that he clenched his fists together tighter, his fingernails digging into his palms. It was here that the smaller teen realized that he still held the promise ring in his left hand. As Gokudera brought his left hand up and unfurled his fingers to glimpse at the ornate ring held within, a newfound strength overcame him as he reread the promise inscribed onto the silver band. He knew then what he was going to do.

Choosing to remain silent for the moment as his green eyes sparked with determination, Gokudera reached both hands behind his neck and started unclasping one of the many necklaces that adorned it, the fingers on his left hand working deftly around the ring still held in his palm. The little Italian could hear Yamamoto call out his name softly in question, but continued to ignore him as he finally detached the necklace from his neck.

With ease, Gokudera removed the punk-styled cross from the necklace's chain and replaced the emblem with the promise ring. Once that was done, the silver-haired teen reattached the necklace around his neck (with slight difficulty), and then tossed the cross emblem Yamamoto's way.

Even though he was taken completely by surprise, Yamamoto's quick reflexes came into play and he easily caught the tossed emblem with one hand like it was a low flying baseball. As hazel-eyes quickly glimpsed down at the black and silver, punk-styled, cross now in his possession, Yamamoto glanced up towards Gokudera in confusion, silently asking the other teen why he had given it to him.

Gokudera just rolled his eyes like the answer was obvious.

"I'm giving that to you to keep as a memento." The silver-haired teen stated knowingly. "You should be able to put it on your Vongola Gear, since I doubt you actually own another necklace."

At the reminder of his gear, Yamamoto consciously felt the weight of the necklace around his neck that contained his swords, his dog, and his bird. He had to admit that the intricately designed silver and black cross would look pretty cool next to the sword emblem on his Vongola Gear, but that was beside the point. There was a more pressing issue at hand.

"Why would I need a memento…?" The taller teen questioned softly, not at all against the idea but curious all the same. Did Gokudera want to give it to him for a reason, or was it just because he didn't know what to do with the emblem now that the promise ring had taken its place?

A light blush dusted the young Italian's cheeks at Yamamoto's question, the older teen shyly shifting his eyes to the side as he responded.

"W-Well isn't it normal for people to carry or wear the things of the people they…" The silver-haired teen swallowed thickly, before continuing. "…l-love? I-It's a pretty normal thing between c-couples, right? I just realized that you always made me wear those huge fucking shirts of yours and that you never tried on anything of mine..."

Yamamoto didn't even try to point out that he hadn't tried on anything of Gokudera's because it was obvious that none of the Storm Guardian's clothes would fit on him. The taller teen could only stare at the other in shock, astounded by what the other was implying. It was almost too good to be true.

"Gokudera, do you mean…?" The raven-haired teen trailed off, unable to finish his sentence as he could no longer find the words to speak. His hazel eyes shone hopefully, beseechingly to the other, his silent orbs begging Gokudera to not be lying, that what he was implying was true.

That look almost crumbled what little bit of courage Gokudera had. So much was riding on how he answered that it completely took his breath away. He didn't want to screw this up.

As if he was asking the ring to give him strength again, Gokudera's right hand came up and gripped the ring now held around his neck, his hand shaking as he held the ring within his fist. Keeping his right hand where it now rested, the silver-haired teen shut his eyes for a bit to gather the words he wanted to say. When he glanced up, his pale-green gaze met beseeching auburn once again.

"I thought I didn't deserve this ring." Gokudera hesitantly started out, his voice growing stronger with every word that left his mouth. "This ring held both a promise from my mother and from you, and I thought that I had no right to hold it if I couldn't uphold the promise in return. But now I'm willing to accept it. My mother and you agreed on giving me this ring in order to tell me that both of you would love me forever even…even after both of you are gone…."

The silver-haired teen paused for a moment to swallow, his voice becoming thick with emotion and his eyes blazing with passion as he continued.

"By accepting this ring now, I uphold the promise in this ring as well. And I give that promise to you, Yamamoto. I've…I've never felt this way about anyone in my entire life. I don't know how long forever will be, and I don't care…" Gokudera gave a soft chuckle at that. "…all I do care about is that you stay beside me, no matter what happens. I…I love you, Yamamoto."

In the next moment, everything happened in an instant as Yamamoto found that he was unable to hold himself back any longer.

Gokudera hardly knew what hit him. All he could see was Yamamoto's eyes shine with so much happiness that he didn't know if the other was going to laugh or cry. All he could hear was the sound of the other's feet as he rushed towards him and the clang of metal as the cross emblem dropped down onto the wooden floor. And all he could feel was the warmth that enveloped him as Yamamoto wrapped his arms around him, hugging him to his body desperately, the smaller boy feeling the other's breath as he buried his face into the Storm Guardian's neck, not at all minding the plethora of necklace chains and leather straps digging into his face as he did so.

The silver-haired teen stood perfectly still as the other held him like a lifeline, unable to comprehend all that had happened, but not at all stopping the massive blush blossoming onto his cheeks as a result of his previous speech and Yamamoto's actions. A moment later, after he had finally realized what was going on, Gokudera brought his arms up and gently wrapped them around the taller teen's torso in return. The smaller teen couldn't help but think he was back where he belonged as he buried his face into Yamamoto's chest, just below his collar bone (why did the idiot have to be so freaking tall?), as he inhaled the other's scent, the same scent as the taller boy's bedroom. Gokudera knew then that he was finally back home, and that thought only made the little Italian hold on tighter, his pianist fingers gripping the back of Yamamoto's shirt like a vice.

The two of them didn't know how long they stood there as they practically melded themselves together, but neither of them really cared. It had been a whole month since they had both willing touched each other, and they weren't going to let go anytime soon. The silence in their moment was broken though, as Yamamoto whispered longingly into Gokudera's ear.

"I missed you."

"Che, you're such a baby." Gokudera muttered back softly with no trace of his usual bite in his words, the smaller teen tightening his hold on the other even more as his way of saying that he missed Yamamoto too.

There was a short pause as Yamamoto understood the meaning behind Gokudera's grip, the taller teen basking in the possessive touch as the silver-haired teen unknowingly (to Yamamoto), crinkled his brow in a thoughtful manner, the smaller teen contemplating something over before he decided to speak again.

"I'm…sorry…for hurting you." Gokudera mumbled out, his voice muffled by Yamamoto's shirt, as the smaller teen was too embarrassed to look at his taller companion. Nonetheless, he continued on as he felt the blush on his cheeks grow hotter. He felt that he needed to further explain to the other as to why he had changed his mind about them being together.

"I was thinking things over during dinner, as you have probably guessed. What you said back in the living room made me realize how…stubborn I've been concerning decisions whenever it came to us. I never realized how selfish I've been, how I've only thought my way to be best, that I knew best, and that I've never listened to you properly."

Yamamoto didn't say a thing, as if he was afraid that if he did that this rare moment would cease to exist and Gokudera would take back what he was saying. He just waited on baited breath as he stared down at the embarrassed teen, listening to the rest of his lover's explanation, to his change of heart, a warm feeling bubbling up into his chest as Gokudera continued.

"Those thought got me thinking about…about what you said to me last night." Gokudera continued shakily, knowing that he was breaching a touchy subject. "Back then, I refused to listen to your side of the argument concerning our break up, but after you yelled at me earlier this evening, and as we sat down to eat, all I could think about was what you had said to me then. And that made me realized that not only was I being horrible to you, I was being a horrible right-hand man and a horrible friend to the Tenth for not putting my faith in him like I should have. That's why I decided that this relationship was ok, that if I put my faith in the Tenth to protect us like the amazing boss I know he is, he wouldn't let us be separated by what the Family thought of us or by other Families' marriage proposals. I'm sorry for not seeing that sooner."

"Gokudera…?" Yamamoto questioned breathlessly after a beat, his voice shaking with longing. Hearing the other's reasons had stirred something within him, something desperate.

As the silver-haired teen found the courage within to face his lover once again, his own questioning gaze met the taller teen's passionate one, silently asking the other to finish his question.

Yamamoto was only too willing to oblige.

"Can I kiss you?"

The older teen blinked a couple of times before he let out a gentle chuckle, as the question reminded him of a very similar one that had transpired between them just before they had decided to go out with each other. But as the smaller teen thought on the question more, he quickly came to realize that it had been a whole month since the last time he had kissed the taller teen. Gokudera couldn't help but stare at the offered lips of his companion, his body craving to taste them like a favorite sweet.

With a quick glance up towards his partner, Gokudera couldn't help but answer the question with another question.

"Will you ever stop asking dumb questions?"

And with that, Gokudera didn't even let the taller boy answer before he gently, almost hesitantly, brought their lips together, the smaller teen only getting a small taste of the other through the chaste kiss. As both teen's closed their eyes in bliss at the familiar, yet long overdue, feeling of the other's lips on theirs, Yamamoto hesitantly (he didn't know how Gokudera was going to react, since it had been so long since the last time they were intimate), flicked his tongue across the other's mouth, asking for entrance. Gokudera gasped at the almost forgotten feeling and allowed the darker-haired teen to explore his mouth. The smaller teen's senses almost exploding as he felt the other's tongue tangle with his, Gokudera's taste buds picking up a hint of mint as he did so.

As their tongues tangled in a heated dance for dominance (Gokudera's submitting quicker than what Yamamoto was used to), the raven-haired teen brought a hand up to grasp the other's silver locks in his fingers at the back of Gokudera's head, bringing the smaller teen's head forward to deepen their kiss as he moaned into the other's mouth, sending vibrations ghosting down the other's wet appendage. The taller teen then tilted his head just so, allowing him to get even better access to the other's warm cavern as the silver-haired teen reciprocated by wrapping his arms around Yamamoto's neck and digging both sets of fingers into his hair. Their kiss soon turned into a full-blown make out session, both teen's throwing caution to the wind as their bodies craved to be closer after so long.

That's how Gokudera found himself pressed up against the bedroom door, Yamamoto as close to him as physically possible and exploring every centimeter of his mouth as if committing its structure to memory. The smaller teen moaned wantonly at the other's actions, basking in the attention he had depraved himself of as his body rekindled with desire. How he had missed this, how he had lamented over giving Yamamoto up, to never sharing moments like this with the other again, because he feared getting hurt.

Before Gokudera could think too much on his past mistakes, all sense of thought left him as Yamamoto found 'that' spot, the weak spot in his mouth that turned him to putty in the other's hands. The silver-haired teen fell limp against the door at the taller teen's continuous assault of his weak point, the little Italian holding on to the other for dear life as he became nothing less of a moaning mess in the other's arms. Hearing the other let himself go like that sent waves of pleasure down Yamamoto's spine as he pressed their bodies even closer together, quickly noting how excited the other was as he gently rubbed his lower half against the smaller teen's.

It was here that the two boys realized that oxygen was a major priority. As they parted, their tongues the last to disentangle, the two of them panted heavily in unison, their lips only centimeters apart. Passionate hazel eyes opened to meet with needy green, the two staring silently into each other as their breaths mingled.

As the lustful haze slowly cleared from his mind, Yamamoto realized how intimate his posture was, especially his lower half. Remembering how uncomfortable Gokudera got with anything remotely sexual, the taller teen slowly tried to remove himself from the other's person, putting distance between him despite his body's desire to be even closer.

To the Rain Guardian's surprise, he felt a hand disentangle from his hair and latch onto his hip, Gokudera drawing their bodies together again with a slight growl as he ground their lower halves together once for emphasis. Confusion and arousal lit the taller teen's gaze as he peered down into the other's irises.

"Gokudera?" Yamamoto questioned softly, disbelievingly. Did he just imagine that? Had Gokudera actually initiated something sexual between them, and willingly? Was the smaller teen really implying what he thought he was implying?

When the raven-haired teen's questioning and slightly hopeful eyes met his, Gokudera quickly looked away with a blush. He was embarrassed by what he had just done but…he didn't regret it. In fact, he reveled in it as he came to a realization about himself, and about something he could do to make up for all the times he had hurt Yamamoto.

"You spent most of your Christmas lonely and depressed because of me." The silver-haired bomber admitted softly, self-contempt wavering in his tone. "You deserve to be happy on a day like this."

"But I am happy." Yamamoto interrupted fondly. "I thought I had lost you, but you're here with me now and that's all that matters. You have no idea how happy I am right now, Gokudera."

"That's the thing though." The silver-haired teen continued earnestly. "You always settle for the smallest things possible when you deserve so much more!"

"I don't want to force you into something just because you think you need to make it up to me!" The taller boy responded earnestly, his voice pleading the other to not to do something if it would make him uncomfortable. "This is as much a right to you as it is to me, Gokudera. I don't want to force you into an uncomfortable situation."

"It won't be." Gokudera reaffirmed in a comforting manner, his eyes betraying his hesitancy.

Yamamoto gave his small lover a disbelieving look.

"…Ok, so maybe I feel a little weird about it." Gokudera admitted with a huff. "But that's only because I know we've never…done anything like that before. I want to do this. I do, Yamamoto."

Even though the smaller teen's eyes sparked with determination, Yamamoto was still hesitant.

"Are you sure?" The raven-haired teen asked one last time, his face the very definition of serious. He had to know that Gokudera was one hundred percent on board with this, or else he couldn't bring himself to do as the other requested of him.

For Gokudera, there was no pause. Just an utterly determined, unfaltering answer.

"Yes." The smaller teen confirmed with finality, his green eyes completely set on his answer. "The only reason why I had pushed you away before when it came to something like this was…was because I thought I would become more attached to you. I didn't want that to happen when I was already trying so hard to push you away..."

There was a pause as Gokudera averted his eyes for a second as he thought something over, a small blush adorning his cheeks again. While this was going on, Yamamoto's eyes widened in realization as his mind wandered to the misunderstanding they had a month ago back in Gokudera's apartment. Did that mean that when Gokudera had pushed him away, it was only because he was afraid of becoming closer to him? As the taller teen thought more on the subject, it made all the more sense. What with how Gokudera reacted around him afterwards (he had started making out with him again after he had started crying because of the misunderstanding), and since the smaller teen had mentioned that the misunderstanding was, well, a misunderstanding, and that he did it to push Yamamoto away, everything made all the more sense now.

As understanding finally dawned on him, Yamamoto couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as another one of his many questions concerning the past month had been answered, albeit unknowingly on Gokudera's part, since he hadn't personally brought up the 'misunderstanding' scenario. In the taller teen's eyes though, what was done was done, and he had come to terms with Gokudera's actions the past couple of months, and had forgiven him for it already (the smaller teen had said he was sorry for how he acted over the past month, after all). The only thing that mattered to him now was the blushing Italian in his arms; nothing less, nothing more.

When Gokudera made eye contact with Yamamoto again (completely oblivious to the other's inner musings), his jade-green orbs were fervent and surprisingly submissive looking, despite the serious and dismissive act he tried to put on next.

"What I tried to do in the past doesn't matter now. I've…I've actually enjoyed—" Gokudera blushed heavier at this. "—those moments, despite how I reacted to them. Besides," the smaller teen quickly added, finding that he was becoming too open and mushy for his tastes. "I never did get you a Christmas present, so maybe we can let this compensate for that."

As the smaller of the two averted his eyes away out of embarrassment, as he blushed redder than the setting sun outside Yamamoto's bedroom window, the taller teen could feel warmth blossoming in his chest and his stomach flutter out of nerves and excitement. The raven-haired teen felt touched that Gokudera actually wanted to do this with him and not just because he thought he owed him in any way. He had wanted this for so long, to share himself completely with the one he loved, that Yamamoto actually felt at a loss on what to do. Gokudera had spoken the truth when he said that neither of them had experience in this field, but he would try his best to make this a pleasurable and good first experience for his little lover.

Gokudera felt his stomach flip-flop in apprehension and…was it giddiness? He wasn't sure. All he knew and all he could think about as he stared at the floor boards out of embarrassment, was that he wanted to experience this with Yamamoto even though he was a little scared too (which he would never admit, ever). He had done some research on the subject back when he and Yamamoto had first started going out, and he had read that it was supposed to hurt the first time, and that it would always hurt if he wasn't prepared enough.

The silver-haired teen was so distracted by his thoughts that he was caught off guard when he felt a hand reach up and cup his cheek, the smaller boy jumping out of shock from the unexpected and heated touch. As the hand in question made him turn his head to look back up at his taller companion, Gokudera saw, and felt, the other lean his forehead against his, the dark-haired teen's hazel eyes boring into his with a passionate, serious, gaze.

"Ok." The raven-haired teen whispered firmly, finally accepting the young bomber's request. Gokudera just swallowed the heavy lump in his throat in response, nodding his head slightly in response to show that he was still willing to go through with it.

The next thing Gokudera saw was how Yamamoto's passionate gaze became more loving and endearing as he stared down at him, and when smoldering heat was added into those emotions as the taller teen slowly and hesitantly drew him in for a kiss, Gokudera could feel himself become week in the knees without the other having find his week spot. This was their first kiss to something entirely new, and the silver-haired teen knew that he would be lying to himself if he said that it wasn't the most gut-twisting and electrifying kiss he had ever experienced. It was gentle, languid, and so passionate that it spread delicious heat all the way down to the breathless Italian's toes, making them curl.

They broke for air a moment later, Yamamoto resting their foreheads together once again as they shakily breathed in the much needed oxygen. Their lips soon met again in another slow, loving kiss, the two teen's eyes closing in rapture as Yamamoto started to coax them backwards towards his bed. Once he felt the back of his knees hit the mattress, the taller teen broke off their kiss and sat down on the edge out of habit, looking a little lost on what to do with himself after he had done so.

Gokudera was quick to notice this (and the missing heat from his lips), and helped by doing the first thing that came to his mind: by lifting himself up onto the bed and straddling the young baseball player's lap. Making himself comfortable as he sat down on the taller teen's legs, Gokudera gently took hold of both of other's tan, blushing, cheeks in his delicate pianist hands, and brought him into another searing kiss, their tongues reconnecting after their short time apart.

Yamamoto moaned softly as he held onto the bomber's waist, allowing the other to explore his mouth to his heart's content. Gokudera didn't hesitate in taking the other's offer either. The smaller teen, much to Yamamoto's surprise, took his time in his exploration, as if he was memorizing the feel of the taller teen's mouth again, savoring his taste.

After another gentle tussle of tongues led the two teens to break apart for another breath of air, Yamamoto paused for almost a second before an almost shy look spread across his face as he tugged on the bottom of the young Italian's shirt. Gokudera understood what his companion was getting at, and couldn't help but blush even more. Not for the fact that he was going to take his shirt off in front of Yamamoto, but more for the fact that the taller teen actually looked shy about it, despite them having already done something as simple as shirt removal in the past.

It only took a second for Gokudera to remove his simple long-sleeved shirt and toss the garment to the floor, where it met the wrapping paper and box from Yamamoto's present that he had opened earlier that afternoon, the objects having fallen off the bed after the two teens had jostled it from their actions. The smaller teen shivered slightly at the feeling of the cool air attacking his bare chest and at the metal emblems on his necklaces as they made direct contact with his skin. The taller teen was quick to notice his lover's slight discomfort as he brought his hands up to grasp Gokudera's shoulders, kissing along the other's jawline down to his neck where he began to nibble half-way down. Gokudera tilted his head to the side out of instinct, allowing his lover better access as he gently licked and sucked on his neck, the Storm Guardian gripping the taller teen's shoulders like a vice. The smaller teen moaned at the lavished attention and just barely stopped himself from whining in disappointment when he felt Yamamoto pull away.

Of course, the raven-haired teen didn't leave his needy lover waiting for long. Yamamoto kissed slow, steaming, kisses down to Gokudera's chest (mindfully avoiding the other's necklaces), as the taller teen's rough and calloused hands lowered from the smaller teen's shoulders down to his forearms, Yamamoto's touch feather-lite. There, the Japanese boy licked tentatively at a nipple, Gokudera gasping at the light, wet, touch. His lower half stirring again from the noises that his lover was making, Yamamoto brought the nipple into his mouth, generously giving it abundant forms of attention between gentle nips and laps of his tongue as he brought a free hand down to twist the other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

Continuous shivers ran down Gokudera's spine at his boyfriend's affection as he tilted his head back and closed his eyes in ecstasy, moaning his lover's name to the ceiling as the taller teen took his time and switched his attentions back and forth between each nipple. When the black-haired athlete deemed both evenly ravished, he glanced heated up into passionately burning emerald eyes, the silver-haired teen taking the initiative and swooping down to claim the other's lips in a feverish kiss, the kiss itself being more tongue than anything else.

As the two of them stopped to pant for air, their heavy breaths mingling as their foreheads rested together once again, Gokudera trailed his hands slowly down from the Rain Guardian's shoulders to the base of his shirt. The little Italian held the bottom of the fabric between both of his hands and insistently pulled upward, silently asking for the other to help him in taking off the shirt. Yamamoto let out a breathless chuckle at his lover's cute insistence as his hands joined the bomber's, both of them hefting the shirt over the Japanese boy's head and onto the floor where it joined it's partner.

Gokudera stared transfixed at the swordsman's chiseled torso, his hands moving with minds of their own as they traveled across his lover's body in no hurry, memorizing the contours of the taller teen's muscles. From Yamamoto's arms, to his back, to his chest and stomach, Gokudera traced his way with his soft hands, leaving both of the teens breathless and fixated on the other. The silver-haired teen didn't know why he was so fascinated by something like this now. Yamamoto and him had seen each other and had touched each other so many times before, this shouldn't have been any different, but yet it was. Everything felt so new, from the kisses, to the lightest touches. It was like everything was starting over between Yamamoto and him, a fresh start, the beginning of something new and powerful, and Gokudera couldn't help but feel excited and nervous and just…grateful that he was there, able to share this with the person he loved. And as the silver-haired teen stared down into the hazel-eyes of this lover, he knew that Yamamoto felt exactly the same way.

As he stared up into the older teen's eyes, Yamamoto decided then to change their positions. The young athlete took his hands from their designated place on Gokudera's forearms, one coming up to delicately cup the back of the Italian's head, while the other went down to grip the bomber's belted hip. Never losing eye contact between him and his now slightly curious companion, Yamamoto nimbly maneuvered them sideways to lay down on his bed, setting Gokudera down gently on his back as the smaller teen's head made contact with his pillow. There Yamamoto hovered over him, kneeling between the bomber's spread legs, his gaze warm and affectionate as the hand that had been cradling the back of Gokudera's head made its way down the side of the Storm Guardian's face to cup his cheek.

The smaller teen stared up at the other breathlessly as he watched Yamamoto's brow furrow, a thoughtful expression coming over the swordsman's features. In truth, the younger of the two was thinking of what he should do now. Since he still felt a tad lost on what to do, the Rain Guardian decided to stick to what he did know first, as he wanted nothing more than for his companion to feel good.

It was here that Yamamoto kissed the awaiting bomber's stomach, his lips kissing a soft trail down until he met his first obstacle; Gokudera's maze of belts. As the taller teen's hand's relocated to his lover's waist line to remove the leather contraptions, Gokudera's hand's migrated from Yamamoto's shoulders to also help, both sets of appendages shaking in anticipation.

Thud after continuous thud met the boys' ears as each belt fell to the wooden floor below, their hearts hammering a little faster with each sound. When all the belts had been removed, Yamamoto brought himself up to lay a soft, loving kiss to his lover's lips as his fingers nimbly undid the button of the boy's tight jeans, unzipping the zipper as he did so. As the warmth of the other's lips left his once again, Gokudera noticed that he was on a high from all of the affection, a high even nicotine couldn't bring him towards, and as he felt Yamamoto's fingers curl over the waistline of his jeans and the hem of his boxers, the older teen couldn't hold back the soft, needy, moan that escaped his throat.

Hearing the desire in the silver-haired teen's moan, Yamamoto took his time as he slowly removed both of the shorter teen's lower garments, the other's tanned lips trailing kisses from the bomber's hip, down to his toes as the articles of clothing were removed. Gokudera panted breathlessly at the affection, a loud gasp escaping his throat as his hard length was exposed to the open air. As he heard the last remains of his clothes fall to the floor, Gokudera shivered slightly in excitement and apprehension as he felt Yamamoto trail kisses back up the outside of his other leg, stopping at his hip.

"You're so beautiful." The taller teen murmured breathlessly, a husky tone to his voice as one of his hands came down to trail the inside of Gokudera's thigh, the other lying flat on the bed next to the Italian's hip. Gokudera blushed furiously at his lover's words, more than ready to tell the other off for saying something like that so casually, but a surprised cry left his lips instead when he felt the swordsmen cradle the base of his length, squeezing the sac. From there, the obsidian-haired teen went between pumping the other's erection and massaging the two orbs beneath, Yamamoto's other hand moving to the side to affectionately rub his lover's hip and the inside of his thigh until Gokudera was nothing but a moaning mess below him.

With the sight of his flushed lover moaning out his name, and as he witness pre-cum begin to dribble down the other's length, Yamamoto couldn't take the pain he felt in his lower half anymore as his own erection strained against their confines. As quick as he could (he didn't want to make Gokudera wait too long), the taller teen's hands stopped what they were doing and started to fumble with his pants, the silver-haired bomber keening in protest as the wonderful friction left him. Seeing Yamamoto struggle out of his pants and boxers almost made up for it though, as Gokudera bemusedly watched the rushed Rain Guardian almost fall off the bed in his haste to get back to his awaiting lover.

Once Yamamoto was completely free, leaving him only wearing his Vongola Gear, he sent a sheepish grin Gokudera's way, the smaller teen shaking his head in mock exasperation as the taller teen got back to what he was doing. This time though, the young athlete decided to lick a hot trail from the base of the other boy's length up to the tip, his tongue dipping into the head's slit to lap up a bit of pre-cum. Gokudera moaned loudly at the sight, an erotic shudder running through him as he whispered the other's name in need.

It still amazed Yamamoto on how receptive and willing Gokudera was being in their circumstances. He was so used to the other putting up a front and pretending that he didn't like it, that seeing the other so open and wanting made the taller teen want to show his love more and in every possible way.

With so much desire running through him, Yamamoto heeded his lover's silent plea and took the other's length into his mouth as much as he could fit. The young Italian practically screamed in ecstasy as he was encased in splendid heat, the smaller clenching the taller teen's short, ebony locks between his fingers and silently pressing the other to continue on.

Getting even more aroused than he was before, Yamamoto started humming as he traveled gradually up and down on the other's length, his hands coming up to press down on Gokudera's hips to prevent him from bucking. Now usually, he would be doing something else with his hands to coax his lover along to orgasm, but the taller teen wanted these next couple of moment to last between them, to burn every sound, taste, and touch into his memory as they commemorated their first time.

He could only hope that it would be a completely satisfying experience for his beloved bomber and not a disaster.

"Y-Yama...hah…moto…" Gokudera gasped out fervently, the other's name being the only word to leave his lips during the last couple of agonizingly wonderful minutes. Yamamoto didn't respond in any way as he continued to make his lover a writhing wreck beneath him with his steady progress, the taller teen basking in the sounds and taste of his precious Gokudera.

"I—I'm going to—" The smaller teen shouted erratically as he clutched the other's hair tighter around his fingers. "Y-Yama—Ah—Ahhhhh!"

And with that, Gokudera finally came into his lover's mouth, the darker-haired teen choking slightly at the abrupt action but eagerly swallowing the warm liquid as it traveled up and then down his throat. As Yamamoto sucked up his lover's seed, his tongue coming out to lick up any spare trails he left behind, Gokudera just lay below him, spent in his post-orgasmic bliss.

"Why did you…make me cum…so early?" The silver-haired teen croaked out between breathes in a tired but pleased voice, curious to his partner's actions. Weren't they supposed to go all the way? Of course, he still had enough energy to go at it again, so Gokudera knew he couldn't complain too much.

Yamamoto didn't answer right away as he finished up any traces of his lover's seed. The younger boy was a afraid to admit that he had made the other cum, not only because he knew Gokudera could go more than one round, but also because he was worried that the next part of their session would be painful for his precious lover. He had wanted to make Gokudera feel really good, at least once, throughout the night, because he didn't know what the next part had in store for them. He was completely inexperienced when it came to actual sex, after all.

"Is it wrong to want to make you feel good?" Yamamoto finally answered as he kissed the bomber's now-soft member. "Besides, I'm still ready to go."

As he heard his baseball idiot chuckle at his own statement, Gokudera just rolled his eyes and blushed as he felt the other gently rub his still-hard erection against his hip.

"You're so hopeless."

Yamamoto couldn't stop another chuckle at the embarrassment in his lover's response.

"Yep! Hopelessly in love!"

"Geez, and you're fucking cheesy too!" Gokudera bit back with hardly any venom in his voice as he took one of Yamamoto's pillows on his bed and swung it at the taller teen's shoulder. Yamamoto laughed even louder when he felt the pillow hit him, gazing down at the other shyly a moment later with his most endearing smile.

"Should we continue?" He questioned the other softly, delicately.

There was a short pause as Gokudera took in these words, understanding their implications almost immediately. Despite his tightened grip on the pillow in his hand, and the slight worry that clouded his pale-green eyes, Gokudera nodded his head determinedly as he placed the pillow back to its original location, whispering out a soft 'yeah' in affirmation.

Yamamoto could feel his nerves relight in apprehension and his stomach twist uneasily in knots as Gokudera held his gaze steadily, the time of reckoning gradually approaching them.

Wondering on what he was supposed to do next, a quick thought came to Yamamoto during his thinking process, causing the taller teen to reach up and unhook the Vongola Gear from around his neck. Gokudera raised an eyebrow in confusion as he watched the young athlete reach across him and place the sword necklace upon his bedside table.

"What are you doing?" The silver-haired teen questioned in honest curiosity as he brought himself up from his laying position on the bed by leaning on his elbows.

The raven-haired teen blushed a little at the question but truthfully replied.

"Well, I thought that since the gear has sharp edges around the emblem that I should take it off so that I don't hurt you."

Gokudera just snorted at this, the thought of the necklace, of all things, hurting him the least of his worries.

"I'm not a woman, you know. I can handle a little pain." The young Italian muttered gruffly, his rough voice unable to distract Yamamoto from seeing the thoughtful expression that made its way onto his face, despite his tough words.

Yamamoto just chuckled awkwardly in response as he wondered on what to do next, rubbing the back of his head out of nervous habit. Deciding to busy himself with something to buy him more time to think a plan into action, and trying to ignore the ache in his member from the lack of attention it was getting, the Rain Guardian started pulling back the covers of his bed so that Gokudera and him wouldn't make them even more messy than they already did.

As he saw what the other was doing, the said silver-haired teen shifted into a sitting position and shuffled out of the way to allow the covers below him to be pulled down. Since he was sitting up now, Gokudera decided to follow his previous train of thought and started removing the rings, bracelets and necklaces from his person. Yamamoto just watched him fondly with a bemused grin when he was done with pulling back the covers, happy that Gokudera was actually taking some consideration to his wellbeing too, even though he didn't mind getting a little hurt during their regular sexual excursions.

To Yamamoto's slight surprise, Gokudera paused when he only had one more necklace to remove, the other's soft piano fingers hovering over the clasp to the back of his neck, frozen in place as the silver-haired teen scrunched his face up in a mixed expression.

"Gokudera?" The raven-haired teen asked faintly as his eyes roved from the smaller teen's expression down to the promise ring still held around his neck, the ornate piece of jewelry glinting faintly in the waning light of the bedroom, the sun barely visible over the horizon.

The young Italian stiffened at the sound of his lover's voice but relaxed as he let out a resigned sigh, his hands falling to his sides and leaving the necklace to hang around his neck.

"It feels like…" Gokudera started, not making eye contact with Yamamoto as he distractedly twirled the ring with a forefinger and thumb. "It feels like I'm defiling my mother's ring by keeping it on but…it feels so…wrong to take it off." The teen finished with a shy blush, not adding the fact that it felt wrong to remove the ring because of how big of a deal he had made it when he had put it on in the first place. Gokudera just felt that since he said that wearing the ring symbolized his way of a promise to Yamamoto, removing it felt like he was going back on that promise.

Even with his companion's silence, Yamamoto had a feeling as to what the other was getting at as the smaller teen continued to fiddle with the ring around his neck. With an affectionate smile, the taller teen leaned forward and laid a soft kiss to the edge of Gokudera's mouth, the smaller teen in question, pulling an uncomfortable expression at the action. At first, Yamamoto was confused by this reaction but then remembered that Gokudera never liked it when he kissed him after having his mouth all over the other's lower half.

"S-Sorry." The taller teen chuckled sheepishly in quick apology before he continued. "I just wanted to say that, if it feels wrong to take it off, then don't. It's up to you on what you feel most comfortable with, Gokudera."

The silver-haired teen appeared thoughtful for the moment as he eyed his companion out of the corner of his eye before he nodded in assent. It was then that Gokudera lay back down on the bed, his jade-green eyes looking up at the other expectantly.

Yamamoto could only stare on breathlessly as the sight of his lover almost sent him over the edge, their promise ring lying against Gokudera's sweat-glistening chest as he looked up at the taller boy so trustingly. The taller teen swallowed thickly as he thought up his game plan again, a nervous edge to his voice.

"I should probably start preparing you then." The darker-haired teen stated in finality, his hazel eyes searching his lover's gaze for any signs of second thoughts.

Gokudera quickly picked up on the other's nervous tone, and couldn't help but feel the same in return.

"Do you know how?" He questioned Yamamoto curiously, feeling a little apprehensive at the thought of the other not knowing, but still willing to go along with their current course of action.

Seeing that the other still wanted to continue made Yamamoto blush even harder as he replied to the smaller teen's question.

"Well…" The taller teen started off awkwardly, unsure if he should say what was on his mind. "Kind of. I talked to Dino-san about this a while back during the meeting for the Secret Santa exchange and he gave me some pointers."

Gokudera could only blink up at his lover in a dumbstruck fashion.

"Y-You talked to Cavallone about us? Why him of all people?" The smaller teen stuttered out in a startled choke, his jade-green orbs shaking with disbelief.

"Ah, no, I didn't mention I was with you!" Yamamoto quickly corrected as he brought his hands up in a placating manner. "I just asked him how to have this sort of sex in general…haha. I thought he was the best person to ask because of his relationship with Hibari."

The disbelief never left Gokudera's face. In fact, Yamamoto could have sworn that his companion looked even more blown away by his last piece of information.

"Don't tell me you never noticed?" Yamamoto questioned dumbfounded, unable to believe that the smaller teen hadn't noticed how clingy the blonde don was around the prefect.

"W-Why the fuck would I notice something like that?" Gokudera spluttered out as an excuse to his lack-luster observation skills. So much for being an attentive right-hand man. "Why should I give Cavollone, and Hibari, of all people, the time of day?"

Yamamoto just laughed lightly in response, the feisty Italian looking so adorable to him in his flustered state.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." And as the taller teen said this, he reached across to his bedside drawer again and opened it. Yamamoto rooted around the drawer for a bit before he brought out a medium sized bottle of lube.

As his lover reclosed his bedside drawer and placed the bottle on top of it, Gokudera could only gawk at him in stupefaction, not expecting to see the bottle in the least.

"Y-You were actually prepared for something like this?" The smaller teen stuttered out in disbelief, his eyes darting back and forth between Yamamoto and the bottle of lube.

"Uh…yeah." The black-haired teen blushed profusely as he rubbed the back of his head. "I didn't know when you would be ready to go the extra step, so I just had a bottle ready in case the moment just, you know, happened."

There was a stagnant pause as Gokudera processed this information before another question exploded from his mouth as another realization dawned on him.

"Wait! You've been keeping my mother's letter and ring in a drawer next to a bottle of lube this whole time? What the hell?" The smaller teen yelled, looking rather insulted by the idea and astonished for not noticing the bottle when he had put his mother's letter back in the drawer earlier that evening.

"Ah…haha…" Yamamoto laughed out nervously, his hands still brought up in a placating manner. "I was in such a daze last night that I couldn't think of anywhere else to put them. I'll think of a better place for the letter unless you're thinking of taking that back as well…"

Gokudera just sighed out in slight aggravation as he rubbed at his temples.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll take it back."

"…Sorry…" Yamamoto mumbled out morosely, the taller teen feeling disappointed at not realizing how Gokudera would obviously react to the situation. He also felt like he had degraded Gokudera Kazumi's presents by what he accidentally did.

"No…don't apologize." Gokudera let out with another sigh as he removed his fingers from his temples, shifting his eyes to the side and away from his taller companion. "Even though you usually don't think too much, the way you were acting last night was because of me, so I'm the one at fault. It…you know what? It doesn't matter."

As the fiery, determined gaze of his lover met his again, Yamamoto could feel a shiver of anticipation run down his spine. And as he witnessed the bomber shift around below him and spread his legs farther apart enticingly, a rosy blush tainting the silver-haired teen's cheeks, that shiver turned into a fully visible shudder of want.

"Are we going to do this, Yamamoto?" Gokudera whispered out breathlessly, the smaller teen trying his best to keep eye contact through his embarrassingly open display, but he couldn't in the end, so he turned his head to the side and closed his eyes.

The taller teen's answer was just as breathless, if a little more husky.

"Yeah." The raven-haired teen murmured as he leaned forward and gently nuzzled the side of his lover's face. Gokudera stiffened for a moment, as if thinking his next actions through, before he nuzzled back.

With a tender kiss to the smaller teen's cheek, Yamamoto leaned back again and reached for the bottle of lube, his mind turning a mile a second as he thought through all of the pointers Dino had given him. He distinctly remembered the other saying that there was no such thing as using too much lubricant, and that the more he used the less pain his partner would be in. That and he thoroughly had to prepare the other and go slow, so as not to tear up the other's inner walls (Yamamoto knew that he would never forgive himself if he did). The taller teen swore that he had never listened to a lesson so attentively before as he did when he had asked Dino for pointers, desperate to make sure that when the time did come (if it ever did), that he would give his lover a good experience.

Even with the lesson burned into his head though, Yamamoto still didn't feel too confident because of his lack of experience. Usually, he was pretty confident with anything he did, and if he wasn't, he always gave himself a pep talk in order to gain more confidence, but for some reason it wasn't working now. He was too concerned that he would mess something as important as this up.

His mind still filled with doubt, the worried teen glanced up towards his awaiting partner to be met by shocking sight, the other's green orbs shining down on him in unwavering trust.

And that's all the confidence that Yamamoto needed.

Feeling more than ready to go now, the dark-haired teen poured a copious amount of the gel-like substance onto his long fingers. Once that was done, and he placed the lube to the side, Yamamoto lowered his hand and placed a thoroughly soaked finger to the other's entrance, his lover shivering as the cool gel touched his sensitive skin.

"I'm going to put a finger in, ok, Gokudera?" Yamamoto stated more than asked, as he glanced up to see the smaller teen's nervous face, still giving the other the option to back out.

Gokudera just closed his eyes and took in a deep breath before he nodded in assent, the pale bomber's hands already tightening their grip on the sheet below him in preparation for what was to come.

Seeing that the other was still willing to go through with it, Yamamoto took a deep breath himself before he tentatively pushed a single finger in. The young baseball player almost jumped out of his skin when he heard a loud cry of pain when his finger was only in half-way. The taller teen immediately stopped what he was doing and glanced up towards his partner again, only to notice the smaller teen biting his lip hard to hold back the whimpers of pain, his lower body muscles beginning to spasm around the intruding appendage.

Yamamoto sucked in a harsh breath upon feeling the immense heat and the tightening muscles around his finger, the said muscles sucking more of his finger into their tight warmth. He knew though, that despite how good it felt for him, the panicked spasms were only hurting Gokudera more than necessary.

"It's alright, Gokudera! Try to relax, ok?" Yamamoto tried to offer soothingly, the taller teen unable to fully cover up the panic in his tone for seeing his lover in pain.

"How the fuck do you expect me to relax?" The silver-haired teen screamed in disbelief. He hadn't expected for just the addition of a finger to hurt, but he supposed that since he had tensed up before Yamamoto had inserted it, that the resistance had only made it more painful. The shorter teen took deep calming breathes as he felt Yamamoto rub his side soothingly with his free hand. Once Gokudera had calmed down again and had 'relaxed' for lack of a better term, the pain had quickly subsided to be replaced with a very uncomfortable feeling.

"H-how does it feel now?" Yamamoto asked with a glint of hope in his worried-filled, hazel eyes, assuming that since the other had stopped whimpering that the pain had stopped.

"Weird…" Gokudera choked out between clenched teeth and closed eyes, the smaller teen squirming uncomfortably as he felt his lover start moving his finger around inside him. When was this supposed to start feeling good?

The taller teen took the other's comment as how it was supposed to normally feel (he could only assume what it felt like to have a finger inside of him) and continued to slowly move his finger around. He remembered Dino stating that the first finger was supposed to get his lover used to the feeling before he would start stretching him. The taller teen could only hope that the next part wouldn't hurt his little bomber too much.

Knowing that the next part was going to hurt despite whatever he did, Yamamoto took his free hand and started to slowly rub up and down on Gokudera's still-soft member, hoping the light friction would distract the other somewhat. After stating that he was going to add another finger, Yamamoto slowly did so, his lube-covered fingers beginning to scissor the other's entrance wider little by little, just like Dino had instructed him too.

Of course, even with how slow he was going and the distraction he was trying to create, that didn't stop another scream of pain from escaping Gokudera's mouth as he felt his lover stretch him. It felt like he was being torn in two! The silver-haired teen bit down on one of his fists, trying to stop his unmanly whimpers but, just then, Yamamoto ceased his scissoring motion, the taller teen disliking Gokudera's reaction.

"Do you want me to stop?" The raven-haired teen questioned softly, a look of utter defeat on his face at his failure to make his lover feel good.

Despite how badly his lower half was screaming at him to stop what he was doing, Gokudera couldn't stand the look of agony on the other's face, and as the taller teen decided to take his lover's silence as his cue to stop and started to pull his fingers out, a strangled whimper left the smaller teen's lips as the strangest feeling of loss overcame him.

"S-Stop being an idiot!" Gokudera shouted out in his desperation. "I'm not a baby! I can handle a little pain! So don't…"

The smaller teen's sentence trailed off as he gave his lover a pleading look, one that Yamamoto immediately understood. Despite the taller teen's misgivings about the idea, he took what little confidence he could from the look his lover was giving him and continued to scissor his lover's entrance while simultaneously pumping him.

Eventually, Yamamoto wasn't certain if it was his pumping or scissoring motion that was causing it, but Gokudera's barely audible whimpers of pain had turned into to slightly louder hums of pleasure, the other's breath coming out more ragged than it had before. The noises were slight and hardly noticeable, but since Yamamoto was completely tuned into his lover, he was able to hear them and took it as a sign that his motions were starting to make the other feel better.

The next couple of minutes went by slowly as the taller teen thoroughly prepared his lover, his fingers delving in a little deeper with each scissoring motion and the tightening of Gokudera's inner muscles. Feeling that his little bomber was ready for the next step, Yamamoto quietly declared the entrance of the third finger before it penetrated the young Italian's inner walls. The smaller teen gasped and took in a shaking breath as he felt his entrance stretched even further, the third addition feeling less painful than the first two because of the adequate amount of lubrication the other was using.

It was here that Yamamoto started sliding his fingers back and forth within the other in what he hoped was a pleasurable way, the thumb on his other hand gently kneading the tip of the other's length as he did so. The taller teen was more determined than ever to make Gokudera feel good, and as the grunts of his lover became a little louder and his hips began to rock back onto his fingers at a steady pace, Yamamoto knew that he was slowly achieving that. But before they could continue to the grand finale, there was something that Yamamoto had to find first.

With each steady thrust of his hand, the taller teen's fingers searched his lover's inner walls, looking for the acute bundle of nerves that Dino had said were supposed to be there. Yamamoto distinctly remembered the older man saying that the bundle of nerves was the key to a pleasurable experience and that he would know when he had found it.

And how right Dino was.

When the taller teen had experimentally curled his fingers, he could feel the ends brush over a little bundle, which, in turn, caused Gokudera to buck his hips and arch his back into the touch, a lewd moan escaping his lips. Both teens were so startle by this that Yamamoto paused in his motions and glanced up at his lover, the smaller teen staring back with a questioning glint in his eyes as he panted heavily from the rush of ecstasy that had just overcome him, Gokudera's eyes clearly asking the other on how he had did that.

Curious to see if he could replicate the feeling, Yamamoto curled his fingers over the bundle of nerves again, and sure enough, Gokudera reacted the same way, but this time he heard the other whisper his name in need. That sent pleasured shivers directly down to the baseball player's aching, neglected member.

Almost desperate to be inside the other now, Yamamoto brushed his fingers across Gokudera's prostate a couple more times in hopes of memorizing where the bundle was in the contours of his lovers warmth, before he removed his now very wet fingers from his lover, the smaller teen whining at the loss.

It took everything Yamamoto had not to take his lover then and there as the other stared up at him with pleading eyes, but the taller teen kept telling himself that he had to prepare himself first or else he would just end up hurting his beloved bomber. So with shaking, fumbling fingers, the raven-haired teen grasped the bottle of lube in his hand. He was about ready to apply another good portion to his open palm when another hand stopped him by gripping his wrist. Yamamoto looked up in complete surprise to see Gokudera sitting up and holding him back.

"Gokudera, what—?"

"It's my turn to pleasure you now." The smaller teen quickly interrupted in a firm voice, making no room for argument as a contemplative look crossed his features. He wasn't exactly excited about the prospects of what he was going to do, but he'd be damned if he didn't actually do something to please the other. Yamamoto had been waiting for so long now, slowly taking his time to make sure that Gokudera had felt good, and what had the smaller teen done in return? The taller teen hadn't even released once since they started!

Before he could think twice on what he was about to do, Gokudera got down on his knees and trailed his hands down Yamamoto's body until they came to his hips, where they gripped tightly. This action only made Yamamoto more curious as he then saw Gokudera bring his head down to his waist. The Japanese boy's eyes widened in complete astonishment as he finally realized just what his love was up to, and before he could tell the other he didn't have to force himself to do something he didn't want to do, the smaller teen was already licking a wet trail up his length. Yamamoto practically came then and there as his body shook with unrestrained pleasure at the touch, his aching member twitching at the long overdue attention.

The taller teen couldn't bring himself to stop the smaller teen from his mission, despite seeing the scrunched up and uncomfortable look on Gokudera's face as he continued to lick his member, coating the hard appendage with as much of his saliva as he could. Even if Yamamoto had wanted to stop him, the pleasure induced haze caused by the other's actions wouldn't even let his body move at the moment, and his mouth could no longer form coherent words as all that came out were strangled moans. Despite his clouded mind though, Yamamoto couldn't help but wonder why Gokudera was doing what he was doing. The smaller teen had always vehemently refused to bring his mouth anywhere near Yamamoto's lower half on the grounds that the very idea itself was too disgusting for him, but there Gokudera was, licking up and down his length in a feverish manner and—holy shit, he just brought him into his mouth!

"Gokudera!" Yamamoto screamed in ecstasy as he grabbed onto the silver-haired teen's shoulders, his stomach muscles coiling as he was brought dangerously close to the edge.

Sensing how close the other was, Gokudera released Yamamoto from his mouth with a pop, the silver-haired teen smacking his lips a couple of times with a slightly disgusted look on his face to try and get the weird taste out of his mouth.

Even with his pleasure-addled brain, Yamamoto could easily see the look on the little Italian's face.

"Gokudera…why?" The raven-haired teen questioned softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

The young Italian just averted his eyes to the side, a heavy blush marring his porcelain cheeks.

"D-Don't get any ideas, Baseball Idiot!" The older teen shot out in a flustered state. "I'm not going to be doing that again anytime soon. I mean, it tasted really weird! How can you seriously do something like that to me all the time and enjoy it?"

Yamamoto could only blink in stupefaction at the rambling teen, completely speechless as the Storm Guardian continued.

"So, seriously, don't start getting ideas that I will do that all the time now. I only did it because you were already doing so much for me...and I wanted to…to make you feel good…and…"

Gokudera couldn't even finish his sentence as his embarrassment took a complete hold on him, but in the end, he probably wouldn't have been able to finish anyway as a hand had grasped his chin and turned it upwards, Yamamoto's lips meeting his in a full on kiss. The smaller teen's eyes widened for only a moment before they closed in bliss, the little Italian enjoying the slow yet powerful kiss despite how weird it kind of tasted now after his previous action.

When the two of them parted again, lips only inches apart and breathing heavily, their eyes half-lidded in pleasure, Yamamoto brought his hand up from the other's chin to cradle the side of his face instead.

"I love you…Hayato." The taller teen whispered out on shaking breath, his eyes shimmering with so much emotion that Gokudera could feel his whole body becoming weak as he continued to stare into them. The smaller teen could even feel his bottom lip begin to tremble as those words filled him up, a happiness he had never experienced in his life washing over him in that very moment as he heard the other say his first name.

Feeling that he was going to become an emotional wreck again if he continued to look at the other any longer, Gokudera distracted himself by grabbing the lube bottle lying off to the side where Yamamoto had dropped it after the silver-haired teen's little…experiment. As the smaller teen held the lube bottle up to his companion's eye level, he gathered the courage to ask the question he couldn't believe that he wanted to ask in the first place, his silver bangs covering his eyes from view.

"M-May I?" The smaller teen offered shakily, still feeling that he owed the other.

Ecstatic that Gokudera didn't reprimand him for saying his first name and that the smaller teen was offering to do something for him, Yamamoto couldn't refuse.

"Of course." The taller teen mentioned breathlessly, a loving expression lighting up his face that Gokudera wasn't able to see (since he was too embarrassed to look up), but the smaller teen was able to sense all the same. As a small, almost unnoticeable smile made its way onto the Storm Guardian's face, the smaller teen poured an ample amount of the lubricant onto his hand and went to work on slicking the gel onto his lover's stiff member. After all, it didn't hurt to be too safe.

With his lover's hand working wonders on him, Yamamoto leaned his head forward to rest on the smaller teen's shoulder, soft moans and shivers of pleasure wracking his body. He was so close to completion, the taller teen seriously wondered if he would be able to last long enough to pleasure the other teen.

As the taller of the two left another soft, chaste kiss on the other's lips, Gokudera stopped his ministrations to kiss Yamamoto back, deeming the younger boy ready for what they were about to do.

Quicker than what Gokudera would have liked, the kiss ended, and as Yamamoto brought their foreheads together once again, a worn look crossed the taller teen's face.

"I'm not sure how much longer I can last, Gokudera." The young athlete strained out, a little worried about how he would perform and a little hesitant on saying the smaller teen's first name again, since Gokudera hadn't really told him he could.

The silver-haired teen let out a thoughtful breath as he closed his eyes for a moment. When he looked into his lover's eyes again his jade-green orbs were shining in determination, understanding, and most of all, trust.

"Just do your best and whatever you can. I won't judge." Gokudera murmured in what he hoped was an adequate comforting voice, since he wasn't used to using it. The smaller teen believed in his words though, even if his voice came out a little gruffer than what he would have liked, and in the end, didn't that count more?

Thankfully, Gokudera had a partner that understood all of his mannerisms perfectly, and as Yamamoto smiled lovingly down at him, the Italian boy knew that his words had the effect he was going for. With a soft 'ok' and nod of confirmation, Yamamoto swooped down and brought Gokudera and him into another kiss, this time more passionate, as he started to lean the smaller teen backwards to lay down on the bed. Cradling the back of his lover's silver tresses, Yamamoto laid the other down gently, Gokudera's head lying firmly on one of his pillows. As their tongues sadly parted once again (Yamamoto couldn't get enough of the almost indistinct keening noise Gokudera made every time he did it), the taller teen got into position as his smaller companion took the cue and spread his legs a little wider.

Before Yamamoto could start what they had been painstakingly preparing for, he glanced up towards Gokudera one more time, their eyes meeting in a heated, loving gaze, before the young athlete grasped the smaller teen's hips and started pushing in. There was hardly any resistance with all the preparation and copious amounts of lube they used but that still didn't stop the strangled choke of pain from Gokudera as his lover began to fill him. Yamamoto was slightly bigger than three fingers after all.

The taller teen consciously halted in his progress upon hearing the slight cry of pain, but as his eyes met Gokudera's once again, and the smaller boy nodded his assent to continue, Yamamoto did what he was told without any further doubt. As the raven-haired athlete slowly, but surely, made progress in fully entering the beautiful young man below him, it was taking everything in his power not to release as the mind-blowing warmth of the other encased him, the smaller teen's muscles contracting and twitching around him and helping to bring him in even deeper. What Yamamoto was experiencing was so new, so out of this world, that the taller teen was completely overwhelmed by the sensations, which, to no surprise, resulted in him releasing too early once his shallow thrusts fully sheathed himself into his lover's heat, a loud gasp leaving him as he did so. Gokudera's body jolted in surprise upon feeling a warm liquid shoot up into his body, the smaller teen not at all sure if he actually liked the foreign feeling.

With that, Yamamoto practically collapsed onto Gokudera in a boneless heap, the only thing keeping him from doing so were his arms that now lay on both sides of his lover's body.

"I'm…sorry." Yamamoto panted out in exhaustion once the slight high he felt from his release left him. "You felt…even more amazing…than…what I had…expected…"

At the other's words, Gokudera's whole body practically turned red out of flattery. Not sure on what to do with himself now, the smaller teen brought his hands up to rest on his lover's shoulders, his thumbs rubbing the sides of them to show that he wasn't angry for the other's quick release.

Feeling the other's affectionate touch, Yamamoto finally had the strength to lift his head to meet Gokudera's eyes, a sad look adorning the taller boy's face.

"I am really sorry, Gokudera." The dark-haired teen apologized again as the disappointment he felt in himself continued to escalate.

Gokudera just scoffed lightly at this.

"Didn't I tell you to do your best? I'm not angry or anything, Idiot."

"But—" Yamamoto protested despairingly. "After all that preparation, all that time, I wasn't even able to make you feel good!"

"Hey!" Gokudera proclaimed back in anger, his brow furrowing at the other's attitude. "Don't even start! You make it sound as if this is the end and that there's nothing more you can do!" At that, Gokudera brought his legs up to wrap around Yamamoto's waste, as if to stop the other from removing himself from inside of him.

"It's not like you to just give up like that." The silver-haired teen explained in a softer voice, his eyes staring imploringly up into his lover's hazel orbs. "The…The Takeshi I know wouldn't call it quits after a lack-luster performance."

In that moment, Yamamoto forgot how to breathe as he stared down at his surprisingly patient lover, the taller teen shocked that he had heard Gokudera say his name. As if in response to that, the taller teen could feel his member re-stiffen and twitch at the sound of his name on his lover's lips. This also caused a light gasp from Gokudera as he felt the other begin to harden inside of him.

There was a short pause as the two teens stared at each other in shock, before Gokudera broke the silence.

"Well, you sure bounce back fast." The silver-haired teen murmured, slightly taken aback.

Yamamoto blinked a couple times in response before a self-conscious chuckle escaped his lips.

"Yeah, well…I really liked hearing you say my given name." A blush soon adorned the taller teen's cheeks as an almost bashful look overcame him. "Um…do you think that maybe we could call each other by our first names? I mean, we don't have to do it in public, of course, but…you know…when it's just the two of us?"

Gokudera couldn't shoot down the hopeful glance Yamamoto was sending his way. In all honesty, he had really liked hearing the other say his name and the only reason why he had condoned it up until now was because of how he had associated it with them becoming closer. So, with a shy nod of consent, Gokudera accepted Yamamoto's request.

The look of happiness that spread across the taller teen's face was almost blinding, Yamamoto looking like he had just received the greatest Christmas gift of his life. With his energy back to normal, Yamamoto brought himself a little more forward and brought his lover into a short but sweet thank you kiss.

"Thank you…Hayato." The taller teen whispered gratefully, a giddy smile finding its way to his lips as the other's name rolled off his tongue. It felt so right to say it.

Gokudera just blushed lightly in response.

"Y-You're such an idiot." The smaller teen stuttered out in embarrassment, his grip on the other's shoulders tightening.

"Yeah, but I'm yours." Yamamoto hummed out as he nuzzled the side of his lover's face with his nose before bringing the other into an open-mouthed kiss, which Gokudera was only too willing to reciprocate. The taller teen was right. Even though he was a complete and hopeless idiot, Yamamoto was his and the smaller teen wouldn't want it any other way.

As if in an act of possessiveness, Gokudera unconsciously tightened his inner muscles around his lover's shaft, a small gasp and a shudder emanating from Yamamoto in response.

"H-Hayato." The young athlete whispered out huskily at the feeling of the other tightening around him, the smaller teen shivering in response as he heard the way the other said his name. As the taller teen felt the shiver run through the boy below him, as he felt every breath the other was taking, Yamamoto could feel himself harden completely. He was more than ready to continue where they had left off.

"Hayato, can I?" Yamamoto asked almost desperately, his breath coming out in shaking gasps as his body shivered in anticipation. The Rain Guardian's eyes were soon met by their passionate, jade-green counterparts.

"Don't ask you idiot, just do." The Storm Guardian responded quickly, breathlessly. He had never wanted anything so much in that very moment than the young man hovering over him, and he'd be damned if the other didn't start moving now.

Hearing the urgency in the other's voice, Yamamoto was only too willing to comply. With a firm grip on Gokudera's hips, the taller teen experimentally rocked his own hips forward, a small gasp escaping from his lover's lips at the feeling. Gaining a little more confidence from this, Yamamoto then drew himself out half-way before slowly shoving himself back in, eliciting another small gasp from his lover.

"Takeshi…faster…" The smaller teen almost pleaded as he brought his hands underneath Yamamoto's arms to grip his upper back, the delicious friction steeling his breath away.

As he felt the smaller teen's hands grip his shoulder blades and his legs tighten around his hips, Yamamoto heeded the other's words and increased his speed by moving slightly faster. He didn't want to go too fast because he wanted this moment to last for as long as it could. With a more steady rhythm going, Yamamoto started thrusting a little deeper, angling himself differently each time to try and find the small bundle of nerves that had made his lover writhe in ecstasy. Little grunts and gasps of pleasure emitted from the two teens as Yamamoto continued on his quest, those grunts soon turning into moans as the taller teen found what he was looking for.

Feeling the other barely graze his prostate caused Gokudera to arch his back and call out in surprise. The feeling was so electrifying that the smaller teen couldn't help but crave for more.

Now knowing where the spot was, Yamamoto started thrusting harder while keeping his steady pace, his little lover more than happy to meet in time with his thrusts as the smaller teen started pushing back on him. A loud, ravenous moan left the raven-haired teen's lips at feeling the other move with him, and Gokudera couldn't help but reciprocate the sound with his own calls of ecstasy as Yamamoto continuously hit his good spot.

For the next couple of minutes both of them lost track of time as they moved together as one, both of them giving and taking as much as they could to the other as their sweat-slicked bodies conjoined in raptured. With every thrust, with every call of the other's name, it brought both of them closer to completion, the both of them breathing, thinking and moving in perfect harmony, giving themselves completely to each other.

Gokudera dug his nails into the taller teen's back as he searched out the other's lips, his and Yamamoto's tongues meeting in a feverish frenzy as their mouths connected, their breathing becoming more erratic by the second as the both of them started to move against each other faster, desperate for release.

It wasn't too long after that the two lovers got their wish.

With a few more, well placed thrusts, Gokudera came in what had to be his largest orgasm to date, his inner muscles coiling and twisting in complete euphoria. The feeling was only prolonged when Yamamoto soon joined him in ecstasy, the two of them disentangling their tongues for the moment to moan towards the ceiling as the taller teen continued to thrust into his lover until every ounce of his seed was spent.

When the two were finally done, Yamamoto fell limply into Gokudera's arms, the taller teen barely keeping himself from crushing the other below him as he propped himself up on his forearms once again, his spent body only hovering centimeters above the others. The two of them lay like that for the next few moments as they slowly and reluctantly came down from their post-orgasm high. When their breathing had evened and they had a little bit of energy to open their eyes again, both of them caught the other's gaze, both sets of eyes shining with so much emotion that no words needed to be said.

As Yamamoto slowly pulled out of his lover, hearing the unwilling whimpers and slight protests of the smaller teen as he did so, the young athlete used the last of his strength to flop on his side and draw the other into his arms. Gokudera helped as much as he could by pulling the covers over them despite how much his body ached in the process. His arms then returned the taller teen's embrace as their legs tangled together and their bodies basked in the other's touch.

Before Gokudera could get too comfortable though, he felt Yamamoto shift a bit as the taller teen bent down to kiss, not the smaller boy's lips, but the promise ring still dangling from his glistening chest. Gokudera could feel himself choke up as his lover's eyes met his once again after he was done, those hazel eyes filled with so much devotion that Gokudera could only bury his face into his lover's neck and hold him tighter in response. Yamamoto just smiled sweetly as he squeezed the other back, his face nuzzling into Gokudera's mass of silvery hair while breathing in the other's scent and letting out a contented sigh.

And with that, the two satisfied lovers fell into a comfortable, dreamless sleep in each other's arms, neither of them caring what the next day would bring.

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I hope you guys enjoyed it! One more chapter to go! =)

And just in case I don't submit the next chapter before Christmas, I would like to wish you guys a happy holidays! Have fun!