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[Closed] Ain't nothing normal when it comes to you and me.

Who: Takeshi Yamamoto and Hayato Gokudera
What: Yamamoto is out to show a certain bomber how much he cares and has set up their first official date since they got things a little backward ~
When: Late July, after Starscream disables Gokudera's collar
Where: The building the boys have decided on as the Vongola base/training room
Warnings: Lots of love, maybe some kisses, will update or move off comm if it is anything more.

Yamamoto has never had a first date, so yes, he wants one. It's the logical, well first step before heated make outs on stretchers in the Med Bay. But that's okay, they can make it the second step; they just got a little backward. Though he is not complaining, their first day together was more amazing than even the baseball player expected. And, he has treasured every day since, filing every moment away like precious gold in his memories.

He has been a bartering fool this last month, gathering everything he felt he needed to make this night perfect for Hayato. They found the place they want to turn into a base for the Vongola. While it still needs some cleaning done, Yamamoto has taken the upper level and made it spotless. It was no easy task, but it was worth every moment of work he put in. Every step shows only a portion of what he feels in his heart, he could do so much more than this and not see it as enough.

In one corner stands a blanket draped present, it is not easy to tell what is under it only because Yamamoto put extra work into hiding the shape. He hopes he got it right that Hayato loves it. It is partially a selfish gift as he wants to be here when his boyfriend uses it. He busies himself, setting candles up, careful to keep them close enough without risking setting fire to the padding, blankets, and pillows he set up for them to relax on. He does his best to arrange the food he was able to get into a sort of picnic there on the blankets.

By the time he has set it all up, he is confident the bomber has gotten his note with the full suit he had bartered just for today for him. He barely has time to dash to shower and get back to the base. He can feel butterflies in his stomach as he fusses with this detail or that, moving things here and there. It needs to be perfect.

Crap his tie!

He dashes to his bag, rummaging till he finds the tie he at least gets it looped over his neck. In his full Vongola suit, he looks down, "Crap; I forgot to finish buttoning." Then he sees a candle he thinks will look better somewhere else. So, of course, he moves it, his hands are shaking, and he stops, laughing at himself. "I'm so nervous." He mumbles to himself, trying again now to finish his buttons and get his tie done before Hayato is here. His eyes constantly darting the room to make sure it is perfect. He has gone with colors he sees Hayato wear, right down to the colors of the candles, the foods he chose. Every decision was one he made based on what he thinks the bomber will like.

It's the same reason he went with suits, Hayato has impressed on him the need to wear it properly.

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Probably if the family were to follow them, Gokudera's priorities would be different. He's sure that if they all came from Namimori, and he came from Amoi, the adjustment would be even more difficult. He hasn't been around an actual child in two years, and sure, he's always been annoyed by those younger than him, and he doesn't like those older, but he's not entirely sure how well he could act like he'd hadn't been on an alien planet. The stupid cow, lawn head, his sister, or any of the girls really, would probably point out the collar and make him uncomfortable.

He'd just have to act bristled as usual, and redirect attention from it. If the family were around, he would not prioritize himself at all. Reborn would probably help him, or the Tenth would find out, and then make it his mission to free Gokudera from the mark of past slavery he carries around.

But, he doesn't have to worry about that. It's just him and Takeshi. He's able to discuss personal matters with him easily because the baseball idiot isn't overwhelming him. He's patient and compassionate, and the bomber can get irritated, but... he understands the baseball idiot's motives. Takeshi's heart is in the right place, and he values it. He will continue to show him warmth, to strengthen their relationship.

"Well, you could be if you wanted to," Gokudera says and watches as Takeshi joins him on the bench. He feels a little giddy having him this close, surrounded on either side by his passions. For that sweeping kiss to his cheek, Gokudera leans against him comfortably.

"We could play something together some time..." He invites, and sweeps his fingers over the keys gently, playing a higher chord, the notes like chimes, and he's purposefully reaching across the Rain Guardian, glancing up at him with a hesitant hopefulness.

In the end, it should be the two of them. It gave them a chance that having the rest of the family would not. They can grow differently than they might have had everyone arrived en masse. Yes, it would be nice for everyone to be together. But this way, Hayato can heal the way he needs to, and Yamamoto can be his support.

Suppose they had their typical day to day people and activities to interrupt that it would probably be Yamamoto on Hayato's nerves and the baseball player figuring out his feelings later than he did when they got to connect deeply on arrival. He would not trade what he has with Hayato to have any of them here, his old man included. Yes, he wants to see them all again someday, but he can see himself being fine if he doesn't. He can not imagine going back to being Hayato's friend only, not now.

They handle each other better one on one; it gives them each a chance to understand the other on a deeper level. Besides, it would be too hard to keep his hands to himself, and he is sure Hayato would not let him be quite as affectionate in front of everyone else. He honestly is excited about his future, it has opened up in a way with Hayato that he never thought possible, and he would not want to give his heart to anyone else, no one else would care for it as his boyfriend does.

He feels that familiar warmth in his chest when the bomber leans into him; he can not stop the hand that reaches to settle against the small of his back. Doing his best not to interrupt the playing, "But then you couldn't play, I'd be in the way." In truth, those words have him slipping a little closer, how does he tell Hayato no when he wants to be like this.

"You'd teach me?" His face lights up at the prospect. "I'm not sure I'd be any good, but I'd try my best." He would love to do this with his boyfriend, even if he is a horrible pianist, he will be with the silver-haired storm, and that is good enough. He can not stop smiling, no more than he can look away or stop himself from leaning in toward Hayato when the other reaches across him, he's so close the scent of the other drifts through his senses, his fingers curl against his back. That look in those green eyes, the proximity, he nearly gives in, evident in the way his chin rises slightly before his tongue swipes his lips to keep himself in check.

Maybe he can still be hopeful that the rest of the family will show up. Sure, they're likely to be interrupted, but now that their feelings have been shared, they can steal time together. He's certain even if they didn't make anyone directly aware of their relationship, the Tenth would probably pick up on it (or Reborn would point it out to him and surprise him).

If he rest of the Vongola ever show up, he and Takeshi will just have to set aside their time together. Gokudera may be obvious in how close he'll stand, how he may even lean a bit against him, and Takeshi is generally a physically affectionate person. They could be happy together in front of the family. Gokudera wouldn't chose whether he'd rather have the rest of their family or Takeshi. That... he needs support. He feels grateful, but can't keep himself optimistic. Loving the other Guardian is going to be something he throws his heart and soul into, like every moment they have could end at any second.

It makes every moment more precious, and Gokudera feels heat blossom from Takeshi's touch. He relaxes his posture, but finds himself distracted. It'll be hard to keep his hands on the keys.

"Maybe I want you in the way." Really get Takeshi involved. He gives a sideways smile and nearly rolls his eyes. "Just a little duet. It's really simple. Here, I'll play it, and then I'll play your part. Then, I'll play the rest. Once you've got it, we'll play it at the same time." Gokudera moves his hands to the keys, looks at Takeshi, his hands, then back at Takeshi. "Watch. Not me, but the notes. You can hold your hand like this and just press them gently. Not too hard. Be gentle." Gokudera plays the song, and then takes Takeshi's hand. "Start here. This is 'C'"

He's going to play the bass for this song, since it'll require hitting multiple keys at the same time. "See it goes Heart" He taps Takeshi's key, "And then you stay on that for the next few words." Tap tap tap, "Heart and soul... I fell in love with you... You see?"

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They will get a lock on their door and hide when they need to. Besides, once Tsuna figures things out, he is sure to give his friends the respect their relationship needs. The one to be the loudest is bound to be Ryohei, but he'll get over himself after the initial shock. Then again, they may not see anyone till they go home; as long as he does not wake up to Hayato gone one day he will be okay.

Hayato has no idea how special it will make his boyfriend feel if he stands close or leans into in front of their friends. He knows he is a private person and will respect that, but in truth, he is so happy to be with Hayato he does not care who knows. Yamamoto will be his optimism; he has it in spades. As for going all in, he is not the only one; he may not consider every moment their last; he has not had to suffer that kind of loss, but he has thrown his all in the same as his silver-haired storm, and he would not change it if he could.

Yamamoto is having the same issue; it is hard to focus when he has his hand on Hayato; he can feel how warm he is and feel him relax. But, he wants to do this.

Even watching his fingers is distracting, Hayato does not realize how graceful those digits are as they move across the keys. He gets so lost, so caught up in the other.

So he does his best to focus, "It's hard not to watch you." He does pay attention, though, and when his hand is taken he lightly touches the keys as Hayato instructs, it is simple enough that the quick study baseball player can manage, he thinks, if he could stop wanting to turn his hand and hold Hayato's. Then his heart flutters; he knows it's the song but, it's as close to the actual words as he has heard come from Hayato's mouth, and his smile is unable to go away. "Like this..." If his voice is a little huskier from the emotion, his boyfriend will have to forgive him as he taps the key as he was shown. He is trying to get the timing down.

Gokudera wouldn't dream of leaving this place without Takeshi, doesn't plan on going home without him. He's in no fit state to bring all of his baggage back to Namimori, where the Mafia will surely take advantage of him. It's a hard life without the struggles of Amoi haunting him.

Takeshi makes everything easier with his support. Gokudera won't take any of him for granted.

The bomber has never taught anyone to play piano. Excluding the time Hibari harassed him on a bench, he's also never really shared this space. There's intimacy in playing for someone. Intimacy between them in general. He's not trying to make anything difficult, but the other boy's words give him pause.

His ears go pink at the thought of having so much attention, but he's going to just... focus on prodding those keys gently with Takeshi's fingers. "Yeah, and then you go down, and back up. Lost control." That same key is struck three times, and Gokudera's voice is matching the notes, but his voice is a bit scratchy. He's not trying to sing, even if he can. It's not a normal singing voice... not something he wants to actually share other than to carry the note. "Just like a fool would do" He points at the next notes, higher still, then taps them, "Mad-ly"

Gokudera clears his throat and releases Takeshi's hand before playing slowly on middle C, slow and hoping the other will follow along. "Focus on hitting the right keys. We're not following anything." They don't have to be in time.

Together; that is good enough for him; the world does not matter as long as he has Hayato it will be his home. Having the bomber has made the transition to Anchor easier on Yamamoto. He knows Hayato would not take him for granted. He may be oblivious about a lot of things, but he is smart enough to guard his heart against the wrong person. That's why his heart never opened until the bomber because he is right.

Now, Hayato can not start turning pink, Yamamoto is trying his hardest here, and blushing ears or anything else could unravel him completely. He wants his boyfriend to know this is about him, enjoying himself. Not Yamamoto trying to get something from him. He smiles at his boyfriend's voice, even if he is not exactly singing. It's the intimacy, the closeness of the moment. He craves a million more of these and still more after that, the rest of his life. He'll wonder to Hayato being able to sing, but the bomber is saved from any questions only because he is focused on feeling the notes, the timing, the motions, it's how he learns so Hayato walking him through this way was the best course. He knows him so well.

"Got it." He picks up, hitting the key the way Hayato showed him, he is gentle as if handling a precious jewel, if only because he does not want to break the piano or mess up the melody by mashing a key "Like this?"

It feels a little more natural that time, he thinks he may be getting the hang of it.

It's not like he's actively trying to unravel Takeshi, but the attention is focused and so intense on him. He's flattered and trying not to be shy while he shifts his attention to teaching.

"Yeah, now the next, like this." He indicates by playing the next notes, hoping it's easy enough to mimic. "Because you held me tight." Gokudera plays the bass set and just starts repeating it softly. "Feel free to start up again whenever." Maybe it'll be poor timing, but he can adjust to fit Takeshi.

"You just repeat it over and over."

Yamamoto knows this, if Hayato was actively trying he is sure at this point he would not stand a chance. It's his fault, his head is caught up, he knew he wanted to watch Hayato play. He knew it was beautiful from seeing it that first night.

But with an open heart, there was new magic to it and Yamamoto has swept away in a storm once again. That seems to be happening to him a lot lately; he is good with it. He is not the best student, but Gokudera has always had a way of getting him to listen or learn better than some. So he is attentive, his teachers would be shocked.

"Okay..." He is saying the words in his head when he starts touching the key Hayatao showed him, he sings them under his breath, not loud but it is clear they are what is keeping him at least partially in time. They are the feeling he needed, he is locked on and going to do his best. Indicated by his wide grin when it doesn't sound as bad as he thought it would.

If he were actively trying, neither of them would be in any fit state to sit at the piano. He hadn't been thinking of any ulterior motives, just a bit flustered by the compliments. Gokudera's thinking this date could go further, but right now, it's comfortable.

Maybe it's that way since he hasn't taught anyone anything in a while. It's been two years since he went to school, and it feels familiar and typical to be instructing the baseball idiot in some way.

"Yeah, just like that," Gokudera encourages softly, glancing over at Takeshi while he sings softly to the notes. "Heart and soul..."

Good thing he is not then because if Yamamoto had any motives tonight, it was to make Hayato happy and listen to him play so this as it is would be enough for him. That he is here beside him playing, yes distraction but also a bonus, and other than maybe being lucky enough to fall asleep with his boyfriend in his arms will be on his list tonight.

Because as much as he would gladly let any date, they have to go anywhere; he feels it's better to wait till the morning when they are still here together. He does not know why, it's just a feeling (And Hayato could probably change his mind if he wanted), though he will be hoping to get a few kisses (his list is growing on its own) before the day is done in addition to their time together.

"This is fun.." Of course, it is, he is with Hayato, so it is, but he is enjoying learning. He lets his eyes come up long enough to catch the other's gaze, meeting it with that beaming smile of his before turning his attention back. Every time he touches the keys as he mimics what Hayato showed him, murmuring the words in response, keeping his voice low so as not to interrupt but keeping himself on track at the same time.

It seems that Takeshi has accomplished everything he set out to do. Gokudera would be happy to go for more, though, as a way to show his appreciation. It's not enough that he's been made happy. He's got to express that, and looks forward to kissing Takeshi as part of his plans for later.

"Yeah,' he says in easy agreement. He can't remember the last time he played piano with someone, and he's going to go through this song three more times before he stops and nudges Takeshi with his elbow. "You didn't even mess up too badly."

Then Yamamoto will be happy; there has been enough bad for Hayato, he wants to give him every ounce of happiness he possibly can. Yamamoto would be content to seeing Hayato happy this way but far be it from him to refuse the one who holds his heart anything, especially kisses.

Yamamoto gets better as they go, even singing a little louder by the third time. Who knew he would like playing piano, he spends so much time on baseball or the sword he has never really thought of what else he might enjoy doing. Then, if this was not with Hayato it may not hold the allure, he is rarely "still" like this.

Yamamoto laughs when he is nudged, arms circling around Hayato, he drops his chin to his shoulder laugh slipping into a grin "Because I had a great teacher, thank you Sensei." He teases, his grin going into a mischievous smirk.

He won't be paying another song until he's properly thanked Takeshi. Sure, it's not usually the kind of date he's had before. He was never with anyone on Amoi who wanted to give him such a gift. Usually, it was all an attempt to get closer. It's not Takeshi's aim, but it may be Gokudera's. He's almost too fond of the other boy to contain it.

Gokudera won't teach him more past this, considering he was taught too long ago, and those lessons were the starting points. From there, he's mostly self-taught. It's fun to listen to Takeshi sing along, and he's got the notes right. But once they're done, Gokudera's having a hard time keeping his hands to himself.

"Mn... you're welcome," He grins and moves to set the cover over the keys, indicating that he's done for now. Maybe he's worked up an appetite. Maybe he just wants to be close and stay that way. One thing at a time, and he's tipping his head up to sweep a kiss over those smirking lips.

Well, Yamamoto may not be aware of this intent as he has never been properly thanked. It's not supposed to be the kind of date he's had before; it's supposed to be better. Different, as every date, even the ones that are days spent together doing nothing but being together should be. Now that is a feeling Yamamoto can understand, he honestly impressed himself with his self-control, he kept his hands to himself the entire time, and he was not sure he would.

This is enough, it's the enjoyment of the moment, and even if they only ever play this same song, it is his favorite, because they played it together. The baseball idiot is sometimes far too easy to please; this is one of those times. Hayato never needs to keep his hands to himself; it is not a request Yamamoto would make.

He assumes Hayato is done for now; after all, it would be hard to play with the baseball player tucked up against his side this way. Next time he'll have to try sitting on the bench properly, maybe. "More, please.." He grins, following those lips that sweep his to catch another kiss, one is never enough after all. This is Hayato's night; if he wants to eat, they can eat, if he wants to kiss, they can certainly do that.

He feels there is something he ought to give back. It's not like this is some kind of gift exchange, though. As usual, Takeshi seems to have acted on the intent to make the bomber happy. Gokudera will do what he can, and even if the expectations are low or non-existent, he'll make him happy in return. Hands are okay, now, especially since piano keys can't be struck. It's just the two of them by candlelight, and maybe it's the romantic atmosphere. Maybe it's the way Takeshi is smiling at him.

Or maybe he's just so happy, and he thinks about kissing him all the time. He could, of course, but even in the moments when they are not together, when he seems at peace, he doesn't feel the same kind of comfort as when they are together.

"Mnnn," well, if he's going to be polite about it, how could he refuse? Gokudera turns in a seated twist, and presses his lips a little more firm than before. One of his hands lifts and holds against the nape of Takeshi's neck, cool rings sliding on warm skin and fingers sliding against the short spikes of his hair. Takeshi looks good in a suit, feels crisp and sharp like his blade, his shoulders seeming more broad under the fitted fabric. Gokudera's fingers curl as he humors possessive thoughts.

Everything he does since the day he opened his heart has been to make Hayato happy or keep them safe here in Anchor while building a life. The bomber makes him happy every time green eyes touch him or just being in the same room. He can't see his boyfriend and not instantly feel his heart swell with joy. Though, there is something to be said about the way candlelight touches Hayato's pale skin; he's done his best to ignore it till he does not have to anymore.

These are all good reasons, all ones Yamamoto could name for wanting to kiss Hayato. There is nothing better than the time he gets to be with him; if Anchor had a central charm point, that would be it. There is time to give that they may not have somewhere else.

There is a happy sigh from those lips followed by the cool rings against his skin and digits that brush into his hair. His head gives a little tilt, lips parting as he slides in, nudging Hayato's turned leg so that it rests lightly atop his own. They both look good in suits, Yamamoto is glad he took the extra time to barter for one for the bomber, it is a sight he finally got to appreciate unlike before their Choice battle. But the baseball player has done well with his today; he hasn't even loosened the tie or his buttons, his shirt is still tucked in too, it's a miracle. Though, the thought of doing so has crossed his mind. Now, all he thinks is Hayato as the warmth of being close starts to crawl through his body.

Gokudera is oblivious to how the warm candlelight makes him look. It definitely seems to turn Takeshi gold and black. The contrast between them physically is something to behold. Is something he's used to being attacked for. But even when he knew it used to be illegal to act on the urges to touch Takeshi, the longing never stopped. Even now, with his pale fingers sliding into the taller boy's scalp, he feels insatiable.

They don't have to ignore anything, especially since there's some privacy to be had here. Gokudera is aware there are other couples in Anchor. This place gives them the peace they need, and the ability to develop together. Still, Takeshi is alluring, even while Gokudera is touching and kissing him.

He groans softly at that happy sigh, smiling and licking gently at the parted seam of Takeshi's lips while his leg is nudged. He'd be more than willing to climb into the other boy's lap, but currently, he's content. Sure he's twisted, but the bomber is flexible, and the suit isn't stuffy yet.

Hayato should see the way the flames dance off him; it's mesmerizing if Yamamoto lets himself be caught, as he has now. Casting shadows, then brightening up a section here, it's as if the light itself is teasing him, washing different parts of the other in soft light before stealing them from his sight only to show another. There is no one to stop him from acting on those longings now, Yamamoto's response is enough to show he is encouraging it. Fingers against his scalp raise a hum of pleasure against Hayato's lips. He does enjoy the way it feels when he does that, it fires little tingles down his spine, like the rush before he steps up to the plate.

This is as private as they can get on Anchor, there is no one around but the two of them. He is glad they decided to find a base and that luckily it has this section where they can "hide" away. Also, it would not be so bad to do his sword training while Hayato is up here playing.

The groan, the tongue, is beckoning his own as it slips out to meet his boyfriend's. Any resolves he had to have this be just a night of piano playing are gone; he craves this too much not to enjoy himself. The way Hayato fits, twisted that way so that one of his knees rests against the bomber from behind, the other tucked comfortably under his leg. It's not in his lap, but it is close, and that is what he wants. His suit is the last thing on his mind, except fingers reach up, just loosening the knot of the tie and giving it a slight tug. That's as long as he can stand not touching the bomber, and those same digits drop again, curling around his hip.

Gokudera isn't trying to move closer with this, is just kissing and scratching his fingers gently into Takeshi's hair. He's smiling into the kiss when he hears the other hum, and he shuts his eyes while savoring the feeling coursing through him. The lips, and then the hand on his hip gives him enough of a jolt to feel light-headed, and he licks readily, his free hand coming up to pluck at buttons and loose the tie even more.

Takeshi in a suit is handsome, but there is absolutely nothing better than seeing it rumpled, disorderly, and... maybe Gokudera enjoys that debauched look. He leans back, breaking the kiss and sliding his hand down to rest on one of the other boy's shoulders. For a few seconds, he just admires him, then gets up and rearranges how his suit fits. There's food to be had, and the rest of this day and the next, as far as he's concerned. Call him a tease, but he's feeling his blood rushing at even just that kissing, and hopes while glancing over his shoulder at the swordsman that he isn't the only one feeling that way.

"You hungry?"

Yamamoto never intends to do more than kiss and be close; the thing is Hayato is good at kissing. And Yamamoto is good at getting swept up; maybe he'll learn better self-control one day, but his boyfriend may not want to hold his breath.

He is good with his suit being rumpled; it feels more natural. Though he will wear it properly whenever he knows he can make Hayato proud (As long as he remembers, one day Hayato may want to take to keeping extra ties around because he is bound to forget his). When the kiss breaks Yamamoto smiles, blinking a couple of times as Hayato just looks at him that way, it warms him. Then he is moving and arranging his suit, and Yamamoto can not keep up.

"Huh?" Oh, right, food, there is that. If he were not so busy trying to bring his head back down, he would laugh at himself. As it is, he sits there on that bench a few extra seconds to collect himself; clearly, the bomber is not the only one affected. He undoes his jacket buttons, tugging the shirt from his pants. Really if he has the tie loose and the buttons too, he may as well be comfortable. It also gave him those few seconds to compose himself. After all, the rumpled look is more him. He pivots, leg swinging over the bench as he stands up.

"Starving.." He grins as he takes the couple steps to catch up to Hayato, sliding fingers through his as they settle down. Food, he is reminding himself to focus on that. There is not any fancy spread; it is the best he could do, and he stayed away from the seizure apples. There are berries, juice in a fancy bottle (or he thinks it's juice, aliens, and Yamamoto was an interesting shopping experience). He was able to get some things that remind him of their home, such as melon bread and onigiri with red bean paste filling. The rice was simple enough if it is not perfectly shaped. But what he is most proud of is the bow-tied box, with the sesame cookies and castella cake. Those he kept wrap for Hayato to open, he watched them be made and is optimistic they will taste just like home.

There is some self-control, but that's not what Gokudera is interested in. No, he likes sweeping the other boy up as much as he is good at it, and kissing is good in so many ways. He could kiss Takeshi literally all day.

And if he doesn't turn his attention to the food, he may turn it to other activities. Like watching as that suit shirt gets untucked. Gokudera does catch site of him, and he was hoping to be amused by Takeshi's expression. The joy of being tease is to see the reaction. The jacket opening, and the way the other so easily gets up stuns him. There is so much fluidity to the way his boyfriend moves. He has to actively remember to shut his mouth and turn his gaze back on the food, sitting down and enjoying the hand in his own.

"Have you tried any of these?" It's not that he doesn't trust Takeshi, but... food has often been dangerous to him. He won't shake his doubts as easily as he wants.

And all I ever wanted was you....

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[Closed] Ain't nothing normal when it comes to you and me.

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