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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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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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