026 - . . . Privacy, plzkthnx?

[tsuntempesta]

[If you happened into this dream, the first thing you might hear is the sound of Gokudera's voice. He doesn't really seem to be necessarily having a conversation, though things do seem quite lively in a quite. . .different. . . sort of way. Small gasps, whimpers and moans filled the room - a bedroom to be more exact. The silver haired teen was splayed out on the bed, another figure above him. The other's hands were explore his body, causing him to tremble under their touch. Half-lidded green eyes gazed at the figure above him in a mixture of adoration and lust, Gokudera's nails digging ever so slightly into the other's back.]

"... J-Juudaime. . .!"

[The name was gasped out longingly amoungst his whimpers, before he decided to press his naked form closer to the one above him to press him into a passionate kiss. . .]

[....It seemed like this might have been quite the heated dream . . .and likely one that he wouldn't appreciate someone else walking in on. BUT FEEL FREE TO COME ON IN ANYWAYS. FREE PORN SHOW.]

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[not-the-car.livejournal.com]

[.....thats a dude getting busy with a dude.


how the fuck did he get here?!]

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[....won't have to worry about seeing that for long....[

[...cat + your face = just happened.]

[not-the-car.livejournal.com]

[Oh shit, cat, Kev trying to get the cat off and get the fuck away here.]

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[...you won't have to run for too long, because quite suddenly the area around you changes. It appears now to be an office of some sort. Another thing you might notice is a man sitting at a desk. There is a lit cigarette burning itself out in a nearby ashtray and the smell of alcohol lingers in the air. The man's head is on the desk and he doesn't even look up as he feels someone else's presence. You could have possibly guessed that this was an older version of the teen from a moment ago. He grunts a little after a moment before speaking up in a drunken slur.]

"...the fuck do you want, Yamamoto? Didn't I fucking tell you I don't want to listen to your bullshit attempt at comfort?"

[Also. That cat? No where to be found.]

[not-the-car.livejournal.com]

[ The pain was quick to vanish leaving a stunned confused Teenage wreaking ball blinking at the mess before him. The dude was clearly the dude that was being pounded a few moments ago. At least he had pants on...but something didn't see right something but this guy...reminded him of himself. And that worried Kev, a lot.

Stepping forward he pulled out the chair on the other side and kicked his feet up on the desk looking at the mess before him.] "I aint Yamaha or Toyota or whatever you just asked about. Its bad form to call the wrong name, bro." [reaching yo he took up one of those unlit cigarettes lighting it as he looked back to Gokudera.]

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[As he heard the foot steps come closer he lifted his gaze, about to let off an annoyed retort. At least until he caught sight of you. . .and realized you were certain not the idiot he was expecting to see. Worse than that, you were someone he didn't recognize at all. In the Vongola's base. In the middle of the night. Kicking your dirty ass shoes up on to his precious 'former' Boss' desk.

Drunk or not, he knows enough to realize something isn't right here at all. He seems rather on edge now, eyes seeming almost a cold silver hue as he now has a gun trained on you.]

". . . who the hell are you and just how did you get here?"

[There's still a slight slur to his words, but regardless the all-too-serious threat was obvious in his tone. If your answer was not satisfactory, he wouldn't hesitate to shoot.]

[not-the-car.livejournal.com]

[ A hand reached out as he touched the desk his skin tinting to the wooden aspect, he's never been shot as wood before but hell its better then being shot as flesh! as he took in the material he watched Gokudera a moment.]

"Thats a good question bro, I don't have an answer for you either. I just am one second your being banged by a brunette next your sitting here drunk as a fish in whiskey." he spoke as he held a hand out "got a light?" [ no Kevin didn't smoke but he was one of those bad boy types who will do anything to look cool.] "Name's Kevin."

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . . "

[If it had been a little brighter in the room, he might have notice the whole skin changing. But as it was, the room wasn't very well lit at all. He's going to fire that weapon, barely missing you - the miss was intentional.]

" . . Not for you and what the hell are you talking about?"

[. . He hasn't been 'banged' anyone since. . .ohhh. . .Moto. Earlier that night. Certainly not a brunette, anyways. And that was none of your business, anyways.]

[not-the-car.livejournal.com]

"Well I don't really know what the hells going on but a few minuets ago you were being very much fucked by a brown haired guy with spikes." [he spoke as he watched where the bullet had went with a wtf look.]

"If I knew how to leave I sure as fuck wouldn't be here"

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[. . .His expression wasn't amused. At all. In fact, you seem to have struck a nerve there somewhere along the way and he looks positively pissed. There isn't any hesitation before he starts emptying the gun in your direction.]

". . . ."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{He's a little disappointed he's not starring as well...and that it's your younger selves but..he'll stick around to watch anyway.

You really are cute when you moan.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He really doesn't seem to notice you there, but given as he was a little. . .distracted. . .for the time being. . . You'll hear a few more of those little moans, pleading for more before someone is coming up behind you and draping his arms over your shoulder. Please do note that the younger Gokudera still seemed to be on the bed under Tsuna. This older Gokudera, however, is leaning over to whisper into your ear.]

". . . Do you enjoy watching me like that, Takeshi~?"

[There's a hint of amusement there.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{His shoulders tilt back into and he turns his head slightly for you to see his grin.}

I enjoy watching you no matter how old you are~ It's the bitching I object to.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He's going to nuzzle against you a little - it seems they aren't in the same room as his younger self anymore. . But Gokudera doesn't seem to have noticed. Either that or he doesn't care. In fact, they're now in Gokudera's room back at the Namimori base of their own world/time.]

". . .Oh, but I like bitching at you, love."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

I know you do.

{-__- }

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[Gokudera leaned a little more against the other, offering a soft sound of contentment.He seems quite comfortable against Yamamoto.]

" . . Mmmmm. I only bitch at you because I love you~~" [He laughed a little with that.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{He laughs rumbling in his chest.}

Bullshit. You bitched before you loved me.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . .How do you know I didn't love you before~?"

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{Just have a look Hayato. Have a look.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

" . . .I have a very unique way of expressing affection, Takeshi~"

[He smirked a little.]

". . .I'll bet you $150 that the younger me misses having his stalker around."

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{ O.O }

You had a stalker?! Why didn't I see him?

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

". . . You're. . ."

[ He was going to ask if you were joking. . .But then. . . no matter how many years pass. . .You are still Yamamoto - the Baseball Idiot. And amazing talented at being completely oblivious.]

" . . . Every time you looked in the mirror, Takeshi, you would see him."

[ . . You worry him sometimes, Yamamoto. Really.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

{Blinks. He was joking, because he has to play the idiot for you sometimes.}

OH!...But I didn't stalk you.

{There was that one time when you were sick and he followed you around for a week but that was...for your own good, definitely.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[. . You know. And the fact that you were always lurking over his shoulder. Conveniently going the same direction as he was. . . . probably would follow him into the bathroom if he didn't lock it too.]

". . .What did you call it then?"

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

What do you mean? Your apartment just happened to be in the same direction as my place.

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

What do you mean? Your apartment just happened to be in the same direction as my place.

{No. That would be rude.}

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

". . .Mmmhmm."

[This is a disbelieving Gokudera.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

What's that for?

As many times as I drug you home with me you know it's in the same direction.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

". . Oh, sorry. Stalker and a kidnapper."

[He laughed a little with this.]

[swingswallow.livejournal.com]

....

{Pout.}

awkwaaard.

[sky-ringed.livejournal.com]

[...And guess just who ended up being on the other side of that kiss? Though, for better or worse and weird dream logic, while he's missing his shirt, he does in fact have pants on.]

Totally not at all.

[smokin-bomb-59.livejournal.com]

[He had been quite into what he had been doing and might not have even noticed if not for those said pants. His hips had been right against the other's at the time. . . So suddenly feeling the sensation of fabric where there had once been flesh. . . He fell out of the kiss, green eyes opening to stare a moment at the one over him, cheeks still flushed.]

" . .J-Juudaime. . ."

[Oh. God. You. . . Were not the Juudaime he had been with a moment ago. This. . .This is weird. He's not moving from underneath of you yet though.]